Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Saturday rolled around quickly. Mr and Mrs Weasley had agreed to watch their “grandchildren,” which was how they always referred to Valen and April. Valen called Mrs Weasley “Nana” and Mr Weasley “Dandad,” instead of Grandad, just as Chris did. Mrs Weasley had suggested keeping the children all night but Harry wasn't ready yet to wake up to empty cots. He knew he was being overprotective but Mrs Weasley understood. Harry dropped the children off at the Burrow and returned home to get ready. He hadn't been sure what to wear, so Draco had helped him with that.

They set off an hour later with Ron and Hermione, Apparating as near to the club as they could and taking a cab the rest of the way. Harry's impression of the place upon arrival was that it was rather posh. There was a line outside at the door. Lights were flashing in the windows and he could hear the bass when he stepped onto the street. It reminded him a little of the Leaky Cauldron – not the appearance or anything – in that the Muggles below seemed to pay no attention at all to the upper story of the building.

They were supposed to be meeting Fred and George at the club and Draco looked around. He hoped there was a wizarding entrance because he had no intention of standing in a line, with Muggles, no less.

"They said they would be here," said Ron as they all walked across the street after paying for the ride. He craned his neck to see over the crowd.

As they always seemed to do, Fred and George appeared behind them. "Just getting here?" Fred asked.

Harry turned and faltered a bit. The twins looked rather ... well ... good. And then upon a second look he could see thin and faint black around both Fred and George's eyes. He flushed, remembering when Draco had worn eyeliner for him.

"Are you wearing ... make-up?" Ron asked, leaning so close to his brothers that they leant away.

"Oh, do you have eyes?" said Fred, rolling his.

Draco blushed, remembering what Harry had done to him when he had worn eyeliner and privately wondered if he should try that again.

"Weird," Ron muttered. "How do we get in?"

"C'mon," said George, gesturing with his head. He led them over to a door on the side. "Jobberknoll," he said, leaning very close to the glass. The door opened inwardly to a staircase leading up.

Draco reached and took Harry's hand, leading them up the stairs. The blond was dressed in tight black trousers and a grey shirt that looked nearly silver. Both showed off his lean body.

Harry held Draco's hand, but hung back a small bit to watch his arse as he climbed the stairs. Harry himself was in his favourite – fitting – jeans and the green shirt that Draco had picked out for him. The music grew louder as they climbed and they entered into a very large room. It was filled with people, and flashes of light, and loud voices, and music with such a beat that Harry wondered if it was somehow magic. It seemed to flow up his legs through the floor and up his legs, trying to make him dance.

Draco smiled, his hand on Harry's tightening as he looked around the room in delight. "Can we find a table?" he yelled over the noise to Fred and George.

They nodded, leading the group over to a large booth situated near the dance floor. There were already two other girls sitting there, and Harry had to assume they were Fred and George's dates.

"Hi, Ron," one of them said happily.

"Sam," said Ron with a nod. His ears might have been red in different light. He held Hermione's hand and pulled her closer.


Harry did have to admit, Samantha's chest was rather ... well ... yes.

Draco smirked. His silver hand still held his husband's and now he reached the other to the women at the table. "Draco Malfoy," he said.

"Samantha Henderson," Samantha said, shaking Draco's hand.

Harry recognised the second girl from somewhere. Ravenclaw, a few years above him. "Aimee Ross," she said, shaking Draco's hand as well.

"And this quiet one beside me is Harry Potter," Draco added, nodding his head and releasing Harry's hand so the man could shake hands.

Harry snorted, shaking both their hands. He always felt slightly odd greeting new people. Almost all of them, if they were wizards, knew him already. It always gave him a strange feeling of being at a disadvantage until he got to know them as well.

Ron and Hermione greeted the girls as well and they all sat down. Fred was quick to throw an arm around Samantha's shoulders.

Draco pulled his husband down into the booth beside him and slipped his left arm around him.

"So, how about some drinks?" said George. "On me."

"I guess I'll just have a beer," said Harry.

"White wine," Draco added, leaning back and watching his friends and the dancers on the floor was well.

Harry smiled to himself. Draco would get wine. George nodded to what everyone else wanted and then stood to get the drinks. Aimee tagged along to help him carry them back. Harry could tell, even after only knowing the girl a minute, that she was rather smitten with George. He tapped his fingers on the table in time to the music.

"So you work for the disaster twins," Draco began by way of opening to Sam.

She laughed. "They give Ron a harder time than me," she said.

"I'll bet," said Harry with a grin.

Draco found himself watching her chest too. It was like once it was mentioned, he couldn't help it. He blushed and turned his attention to the dance floor.

Fred waggled his eyebrows at Draco discreetly while Samantha turned her face.

George and Aimee returned in a couple minutes with the drinks and handed them out. Harry took a swig of his beer, still feeling the thrum of the music.

Draco's hand slipped down from Harry's waist to cup his arse, squeezing gently.

Raising an eyebrow at his husband, a slow smile began to spread across Harry's face.

Draco leant in to whisper against his husband's ear, but licked it first. "Want to dance?' he asked as suggestively as possible.

Harry could feel eyes on him and knew the two unfamiliar girls were watching their closeness, but he didn't care. "Yeah," he said, taking another drink first.

Draco smiled and scooted out of the booth, pulling Harry along with him. "We are going to dance," he explained. "Anyone else?"

Samantha looked at Fred, who grinned after a moment. "All right," he said, and she quickly got to her feet as well, looking happy.

Draco led Harry onto the floor, amused by the stares and people whispering when they recognised the famous pair.

Harry waggled his eyebrows a bit before he turned toward the crowd instead of pressing himself against Draco from the front. He pressed his backside against him, taking one of Draco's hands to press it against his hip and hold it there with his own hand.

Draco groaned and began rotating his hips to the music, hands clenching at Harry, just above his hip bones, pulling him closer.

Harry reached and grasped the back of Draco's neck. He was very, very glad he'd learnt to dance. It was an easy way to fulfill one of their shared kinks – sex in front of people – without the very embarrassing aspect of, well, sex in front of people.

The blond felt the beat of the music as if his own pounding heart was in sync with it. He pressed his face against the side of Harry's face, nipping at his ear as he ground against him.

Harry moaned quietly, rocking back against Draco. He encouraged Draco's hands to roam over his body, taking them in his own and trailing them from his hips to his belly to his chest and back again.

"You make me want to fuck you right here in front of all these people," Draco growled in his ear.

"Mmm," Harry let out slowly, nestling his head along the curve of Draco's neck. "You make me want to let you when you say things like that."

Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he nipped at Harry's ear and then his jaw, still moving his hips to the beat of the music.

Harry opened his eyes at the moment Draco closed his to look down at Draco's hands, but before he did look down, he saw Fred dancing a few feet away with Samantha. He was quite obviously watching Harry and Draco, Sam dancing with her back to Fred as Harry was with Draco. Fred smiled, though, as if he hadn't been watching the way he had been and turned his attention back to his date. Harry found himself flushing slightly.

"Turn around," Draco whispered against Harry's ear.

Harry turned at Draco's request, still moving in a wave-like motion as he did.

Draco's hands slid along Harry's waist as he moved, and then he pressed his thigh between the man's legs, pulling Harry against him. He rocked his hips as he was rutting against Harry.

"Draco Malfoy, you are going to make me come in my trousers," Harry told him.

Behind them, George came onto the dance floor with Aimee.

"Yes, I am," Draco said in a husky voice, nipping at his husband's chin.

Harry's heart sped up. "Fuck," he whispered, letting out a shaky breath.

"That's for later," Draco promised. "Right now I want to make you come while all these people watch."

Harry flushed deeply, wondering if anyone around would be able to tell if he came, because he knew, seriously, that he was going to. "You're so hot," he breathed. "Merlin."

"Yes, hot for you," Draco answered, hips rotating against Harry as his breathing sped up. He glanced around and blushed when he realised how many people were watching them, including George and his date.

George's face was very different from how it usually looked. It was studying almost, and his eyes might have been darker. It was not the same teasing glances that were normally there. It was also evident that both twins were rather good dancers. Never had they danced before, when their mother had been in the vicinity, like they were dancing now.

Draco found the sight of Fred and George dancing as lewdly as they were just added to his arousal and he was panting now, fingers tight on Harry's hips as he fought to keep the rhythm of his movements in time with the music.

"Close," Harry said, voice slightly strained. He brought his mouth to Draco's, kissing him slowly and wetly. Harry's hands ran slowly up Draco's lean back and one stopped to caress the smooth neck while the other continued on until it had entwined itself in Draco's hair. Using the leverage of his hands, Harry deepened the kiss and moaned against Draco's lips. He could feel the unseen coil tightening within him as his magic began to gather itself.

Draco returned the kiss, the rest of the world forgotten as he felt Harry's magic rising and knew it would be all he could do to stay on his feet when Harry's orgasm brought them both.

The sensations intensified and thrummed in time with the music. Harry was lost within the circle of Draco's arms while the sensuous crash of the wildly beating drums in the background sent Harry soaring. He held Draco very tightly, the loud music drowning out his muffled cry as his movements lost their rhythm but not their speed and he came against Draco's leg, trembling.

Magic flared up and through him, making Draco shudder and rock where he stood, clutching Harry.

"God," Harry gasped, floating on the high as he melted against Draco.

Draco swayed in place, holding his husband close, no longer even aware of anyone or anything else.

Harry sighed softly, more of a hum. He slid his hands down to rest on the small of Draco's back, moving his face to kiss his neck.

Draco pressed the side of his face to Harry's, whispering in his ear. "You make me lose control. I love that everyone knows how much you want me and how much I want you."

Harry smiled. "Mmm, I do want you. Always want you," he answered.

Another voice entered into the bubble that was Harry and Draco's world. "You know, you probably just broke some sort of rule." It was George. The curious look he had worn before was gone, replaced with the amusement that always seemed to be there.

Harry flushed deeply again, suddenly very aware of his state.

"Harry likes breaking rules," Draco smirked and waggled his eyebrows.

"Including having fantastic orgasms on public dance floors?" George asked.

Aimee's eyes widened. "George!" she said, hitting his shoulder.

George laughed. "Should've seen your face, mate!"

Harry's blush, if possible, deepened even further. It was a little strange. Usually Draco was the one nearly dying of embarrassment.

Draco's face flushed too, even his ears reddening. He also felt a thrill at George watching them. "Beautiful face," he agreed.

"What's this over here?" said Fred, coming over with Sam. "Congratulating Harry and Draco on a job well done?"

Harry sighed. He knew they had brought it upon themselves, but still. "Isn't it rather lucky that you got to watch?" he said. "Must you do this afterwards as well?"

"Yes, we must," said George.

"And who says we wanted to watch?" said Fred, attempting to look innocent and failing.

Harry raised eyebrows at him but Fred only laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Their dates looked slightly disgruntled, if not a bit confused.

The heat on his face seemed to have become a permanent state of being and Draco was unable to look up again. He had just come and the conversation was still exciting him. "I think I will find the restroom," he said.

"Well, aren't you going to offer to go with him?" Fred asked Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes, casting silent Cleaning Charms on both himself and Draco without letting the others know. The funny thing was, though, that he had just been about to offer to go with Draco.

Draco stopped, a shiver going down his spine at his husband’s magic. He had been about to go to the bathroom to clean up but the silent, wandless magic made it no longer necessary. "Actually, let's go finish our drinks," he said with a smile, taking Harry's hand and tugging him toward the table.

Harry nodded, following Draco. Ron and Hermione were no longer at the table, probably off dancing. Harry was rather hot, so the still-cold beer was nice. "Merlin, they are perverts," he said.

Draco laughed delightedly. "They didn't just come in front of everyone," he teased, sipping his wine.

Harry managed to somehow grin sheepishly and wickedly at the same time. "Did you ... see the way they were watching us though?" he said.

"Oh, yes," Draco said a little breathlessly, blushing again.

Harry cleared his throat a little strangely. "Yeah," he said, scratching the back of his neck. It was still a mystery to Harry, some of the things he did in front of an audience and he only knew that, while it felt kind of wrong, that the wrongness of it was what made it feel so good.

Draco noticed other people watching them and smiled, leaning in to kiss his husband's cheek. He wanted to rest a bit but then he wanted to dance again. Maybe having come already, they could make it through a few songs without getting overly aroused.

Harry smiled at the kiss, leaning back in the booth and sighing.

Draco did manage to pull Harry back out onto the dance floor before too long. It was still exciting to dance with Harry but they were sated enough to keep it to dancing this time. He loved the flushed look and shining green eyes of his lover.

Harry didn't know how long it was that he danced with Draco, as lost with him as he was. He loved the way Draco moved. He'd thought it so many times before but found himself thinking yet again that his husband had to be made of sex. They stepped over to the bar to get more drinks after a while, panting. It was turning out to be a most wonderful night.

Draco sat back down, watching his husband's arse as he walked over to the bar. He glanced around, looking for the rest of their friends.

As if on cue, the twins showed up again, without Samantha and Aimee.

"Where's Harry?" Fred asked, sliding in across from Draco.

"Getting another round," Draco said, nodding his head in the direction of the bar.

"Ah," said Fred. "Tired out?" He grinned.

Draco grinned and shrugged. "No, not at all."

Harry returned and handed Draco his drink, sitting next to him. "Hey," he said to Fred and George. "Where's your dates?" he asked, noticing they were alone.

"Bathroom," George answered. "For some reason, all the girls we get with find they need to attend the bathroom with no less than one other person."

Draco smirked, knowing what he would do in the bathroom if Harry went with him but figuring that wasn't what it was about for the women.

"You sitting out for long?" Fred asked Harry and Draco.

Harry shrugged. "Why?" he asked.

"Well, perhaps we want a dance," said George.

Harry raised his eyebrows at him.

Draco's eyes widened and he glanced at Harry, trying to gauge his reaction.

"For what?" Harry asked slowly, his gaze shifting from George to Fred.

Fred laughed at him. "What do you mean for what?" he said. "To dance, you dolt. Are you both too glued to each other's hips to enjoy the company of anyone else?"

Harry flushed a little and looked at Draco. They had danced with Fred and George at weddings, but certainly never danced with them in a club-like situation, like this. Harry paused to see what Draco would say.

"I'm game," Draco said softly, looking at Harry.

Harry was still a little cautious, but looked back to Fred and George. "All right," he said.

The twins laughed again. "Merlin, we're not going to bite you," said Fred, and Harry thought that there was something in his voice saying he might be lying.

"Yeah, we're the ones that should be scared," said George. "Who knows what you two'll do."

"Well, do you want to dance or not?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ooh, I think that's his warning voice," said Fred. "Harry's not known for his patience."

"Yes, one of us better get him out there before he explodes," George agreed. "Oh wait – he already did that."

They laughed again and then Fred raised hands at Harry's answering face. "All right, all right," he said. "C'mon."

Harry looked at Draco again as he moved to stand.

Draco shrugged and got to his feet, reaching for the nearest twin.

Draco got Fred, who grinned at him as they both moved out to the dance floor. "Shall I lead, or you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Your choice," Draco quipped, smiling.

"I suppose you should move a little closer then," Fred responded, moving closer himself. His eyes flicked over to where Harry and George stood a few feet away.

George slipped arms about Harry's shoulders, moving closer to him automatically. "You're not usually this stiff with Draco, are you?" he asked with a grin. "No pun intended."

Harry sighed and tried to relax a little more, hesitantly moving hands to George's waist.

Fred reached out and pulled Draco closer. It was sort of obvious that he was a little wary of Harry's possible reaction, which was kind of funny, since both twins were hardly ever wary of anything.

Draco shivered at Fred's touch, swallowing but moving to dance with him.

"I know you're a good dancer, Harry," George said. "Come on."

"What, saying I'm not doing good?" Harry asked, though he knew he was moving a little awkwardly. Definitely not as smoothly as with Draco seemed to be moving with Fred. Harry watched them out of the corner of his eye.

George gave him an amused grin.

Fred grinned at Draco, something smug about his face. He slid a hand slowly from Draco's hip to his lower back, effectively allowing them to move easier together. "Still light on your feet," he told him.

"Thank you," Draco said, swaying with the other man, one hand on his shoulder gripping lightly. Fred was actually taller than him. He was so used to Harry, who was shorter, that it was an adjustment. It felt good to relax and let the other man lead.

Harry sighed, shaking himself a little to loosen up. He could feel some of the tension releasing itself although remnants of it still remained. It was easy to see that George was an attractive man and a good dancer and Harry had always been fond of the twins who never failed to make him smile even when things had been bad. So Harry knew that the tension wasn't there because he didn't like dancing with George. He suspected it was there because he wasn't sure how to feel if he did like dancing with George. Harry took a deep breath and relaxed a little more.

"There we go," said George, face turning smug like his brother's. "Bit harder when there are restrictions though."

"Restrictions?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I can't dance with you like I can Aimee, can I?" he said.

The image of George and Aimee dancing together flashed in Harry's mind. He blushed a little, to his horror. "I think that might be a little much," he said quietly. George chuckled.

Fred continued to lead Draco. It was hard to tell if his hands were moving so much because he was doing it on purpose, or if he didn't know he was doing it.

Draco gasped as Fred's hands stroked his back and then slid a bit lower than he expected. He looked up into the man's face trying to determine if it was an accident.

Fred smiled, a flash of white teeth in the blinking lights.

Draco's hand slid over to the back of Fred's neck, his other one on his hip. He smiled back.

"Mmm, a little daring?" Fred asked, his voice strange now, like he was trying to keep it from dropping below his normal tone.

"We're just dancing, aren't we?" the blond asked in a polite voice but with a wicked glint in his grey eyes.

"Just dancing," Fred agreed, and there might have been a shiver slicing through him.

Draco glanced over at his husband, wondering if he was having as interesting a dance with George.

George pressed closer to Harry, who took in a small, sharp breath.

"Harry, relax," he chided, sliding hands down from Harry's shoulders to his chest, stroking lightly. "You keep tensing up like I'm going to pounce on you or something."

Harry couldn't help but also shiver now at the touch on his chest. He didn't know where it was coming from. And he noticed that George smelled good, not like Draco, but good. Everything about him seemed not like Draco but good. It was confusing. "Sorry, it's just weird with someone else."

George let out an amused-sounding breath. "I don't think it's weird at all," he said.

Harry raised an eyebrow again. Unless he was mistaken, George was flirting with him, which he supposed Fred and George both always did, but something about it felt a tad bit different. It felt more personal.

"They seem to be having fun," Draco said, nodding toward his husband and George. He let his fingers caress the soft hairs at the back of Fred's neck.

Fred glanced over at them, smiling. "If Harry would settle down perhaps they'd have a little more fun," he said. "What is it with him? Well, not that there's anything wrong with him, I suppose." His hand moved again on Draco's back.

Draco smirked. "In his own way, he is still pretty innocent," he said softly.

Fred let out a quiet laugh at that. "I think I actually get what you mean, as funny as it is to think of Harry as innocent."

Draco blushed but nodded. He didn't know if any of the Weasleys knew Harry had never done anything other than kiss with anyone but Draco. "And he can be a bit insecure, especially after what happened at Hogwarts."

Fred winced. "Ooh, yeah, I bet," he said. "Never heard the complete story, but I'm guessing it was bad?"

Draco flushed. "Someone gave me a Love Potion that set me on my ex-boyfriend while we were there," he whispered.

Fred's eyes widened. "Oh," he said, clearly surprised. "That would be ... bad."

"It was, but I think we have got past it," Draco agreed.

"Judging from what we saw earlier, I'd say you're right," Fred said with a grin, seeming to turn the beat of the music back on.

George slid his hand around to Harry's back now. "Just let me dance with you," he said quietly. "Relax, and have fun, and just move." He rotated his hips in a way that made Harry gasp very quietly and flush again.

"There, just enjoy it," George continued.

Harry looked over at Fred and Draco, and they seemed to be doing all right. "Fine," he said, trying to relax.

"Yes," said George, voice so close to a groan that Harry stared for a moment. He had never heard George sound like that before, even when he was playing around.

He found that, though, once he moved past the fact that he wasn't dancing with his husband and it was still fun and harmless, he did enjoy himself. George was a good dancer, quick and coordinated. He was attractive, yes, but it didn't have to mean that there was something between them. Harry sighed and relaxed even more, smiling to himself.

The four of them danced a little while longer. Fred and George each got a bit more daring before it was over, grinding and rubbing perhaps a little more than they should have been, but it was difficult to determine what the rules were, where the boundaries lay. The twins seemed to push them, but then drew back in just enough time. It was a confusing game they played. Flirting, but teasing as well. Dancing too close, but then a safe distance away. Eyes unguarded and dark, but then light and amused. Yes, confusing.

Aimee and Samantha were both looking bewildered with their dates by the time it was done. Harry didn’t know if it was because Fred and George weren’t paying sole attention to them, or if it was because they had been dancing with men. That was another thing about Fred and George. They had so many people fooled about them. Or perhaps fooled wasn’t the correct word. They could definitely play the field. Yes, that was it, Harry thought. They kept enough hidden that they were wild cards. They could form themselves to fit in with almost any type of person out there.

By the time the entire night was through, it was three in the morning. Harry and Draco parted ways with the twins and the girls they had brought. Harry had a very clear idea what Fred and George wanted to take the girls and do, but he didn’t know if the girls were going to let them. Aimee, perhaps. Samantha seemed very adamant about going home. That was probably for the best though. She worked for the twins. Ron and Hermione went home to the Manor and Harry and Draco made a quick detour to the Burrow to pick up Valen and April from a sleepy Mr and Mrs Weasley before they too went home and collapsed into bed.