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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40: Epilogue
- 15
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A/N: Jan: Thank you!!! I'm happy you liked them!! :D

The screech of a bird woke Harry early on Thursday morning. Rolling to his side, he automatically flung an arm out to hit the alarm but managed to stop himself just in time when he realised that it hadn’t yet gone off. Frowning at the clock, he blinked a few times to make sure he was reading the numbers correctly. 5:23. He threw himself onto his back with a loud sigh.

“What are you being so dramatic about?”

Harry jumped and sat up so quickly his head spun a little. “What are you doing in here?”

“This was my bedroom before you moved in, you know.” Harry could hear the smirk in Draco's voice even if he couldn’t quite see it in the early morning gloom. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, I like waking up with you here.” Harry slid over so he could lie down half on top of Draco's back. Draco let out an overdramatic grunt that had Harry smiling in response. “It doesn’t happen often enough.”

“Mmm, I’ll make sure to wake you at 5 o’clock more often, then.”

“Actually…” Harry ran a hand along Draco's side to rest on his hip. “I’m not sure I enjoy it quite that much.”

He let out a laugh when Draco attempted to elbow him. Sliding his hand back up Draco's side, Harry shifted a little so he was lying more on top of Draco’s back than on the bed. It was an incredibly unusual feeling for him, as Draco had never once allowed him to switch their positions during sex before. Not that it had bothered Harry all that much, but it had occurred to him that that was probably a little strange. Bending down, he ran his lips over the base of Draco's neck, sucking lightly on his salty skin.

“You taste so good.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Get off me; you’re heavy.”

There was an odd tone to Draco's voice that had Harry obeying the demand immediately. “What–”

“I’ve been thinking about something Father said the other day,” Draco interrupted Harry’s question. The strange tone was completely gone and, considering the fact that Draco immediately pushed Harry onto his back and moved to straddle his hips, Harry pushed the thought to the back of his mind, figuring he had imagined the tone. “About Scorpius and your children.”

That grabbed Harry’s attention completely. “Did Lily do something while I wasn’t there?”

“No.” Harry could now definitely make out the small smile Draco gave in the slowly lightening room. “He wasn’t talking about Lily. It was more about Scorpius and how he would react to having so many new children around permanently and having to share both Astoria and I.”

A strange tingle of what felt like nerves flashed through Harry’s stomach, causing him to frown. He shoved at Draco until he could sit up on the bed. The move earned him a grunt of disapproval from Draco, but he wanted to be able to think this one through properly. This was something that had run through his mind a few times since Christmas, but he had always come to the conclusion that the children all got along relatively well. He knew that Scorpius and Albus had gotten along really well over the Christmas break and that Scorpius and James had had fun playing Quidditch when they had all been home the weekend before the trial had begun, but those times had been short compared to an entire two months over summer. It was then that Draco's phrasing finally sunk into Harry’s mind. Something Father said…

“Did Lucius imply that the children weren’t going to get along, or is this coming straight from you?” Watching Draco as he was, it would have been impossible for Harry to miss the slight downturn of Draco's lips. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to insult either you or your Father, but…”

He trailed off with a shake of his head, unsure how to phrase what he was thinking. The bed dipped when Draco moved, crawling so he was sitting back up against the headboard beside Harry.

“I know it’s instinctual for you to not believe a word Father says, but please believe me that he knows Scorpius well. Scorp is so used to having the two of us to himself that it may come as a bit of a shock to him to realise that that isn’t going to be the case anymore. I honestly don’t know how he will react to that.” Draco paused to stretch his arms above his head, allowing the old t-shirt of Harry’s he had worn to bed to slide up his stomach a little. “What if he can’t adjust to the change? What if James and Albus can’t adjust to the change? What if Lily decides she preferred having you to herself and doesn’t want to share you with any of the boys anymore? There are so many things that can go wrong over this summer and I just… The boys are coming home in two days, Harry. Two days and this could all come crashing down around us. And all in the three weeks before the wedding.”

Harry nodded slowly, mostly to let Draco know he had understood, because there was nothing useful he could add to those thoughts at that point in time. Draco was absolutely correct on many of the points he had made, but Harry wasn’t so sure he could agree. Scorpius, James and Albus could very well all have negative reactions to being around each other all the time. Lily could also decide that she hated all three of the boys and act out against them. Although, Harry figured, if he was being completely honest, then that last could happen at any point in time and for no discernible reason. Lily had always been the most unpredictable of his children, after all. He grinned when Draco nudged him and cocked an eyebrow in question.

“That’s a lot of ifs.” His grin widened into a proper smile when Draco rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m sure it could all happen. Hell, I’m pretty sure Lily is going to have a meltdown about one or even all three of the boys sometime in the future, but I’m not sure it’ll be this summer. Yes, it will take a lot of adjusting, but they’re kids. Adjusting to changing situations is one of the things that children are a lot better at than adults.”

Draco shot him a dubious look before sliding straight down the bed so he was lying flat on his back. The move caused Harry’s old t-shirt to hitch up around Draco’s waist, but that didn’t seem to bother him, as his only reaction was to glare up at the canopy of the bed.

“Draco?”

“Father has been wrong about many things in the past.” Harry only just managed to hold back a snort of laughter when he realised Draco was being serious. “But he knows his family. For so long, Mother and I were all Father had left, then Scorpius came along and gave Father someone else to… I don’t know… Care for? Focus on?” He shook his head. “Whatever it was, Scorpius gave Father some kind of hope for the future or something. Father knows him very well and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was right about this one, despite how well Scorp seems to get along with your boys.”

“Okay.” Harry shifted so he was lying on his side propped up on his elbow. “So what can we do then?”

Draco was silent for a long while, just staring up at the canopy of the bed. Instead of pushing him for an answer, Harry watched his chest rising and falling, the faded pattern of his t-shirt distorting as it rose and fell in time to Draco's breaths. He knew that there would be no easy solution if the boys decided that they couldn’t stand each other. He also knew that they would most likely not know exactly what to do about it until the time came. Still, he allowed Draco time to come up with an answer, just in case. Spending the next few minutes just watching Draco breathe proved an interesting pastime and Harry nearly jumped when Draco huffed out a frustrated sigh.

“Are you just going to stare at me all morning?”

Harry grinned. “Of course not. I’ve got work in a few hours.”

“Harry.”

“Draco.”

“You are unbelievably frustrating, you know that? I was trying to have an actual conversation.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but…” Harry moved so he was hovering over Draco, who scowled up at him. “There honestly isn’t all that much we can do about something that may or may not happen in the future. I don’t even see how we can plan for something like that; there’s too many variables.”

Draco hummed before running his hands down Harry’s back, softly kneading the muscles there. “Maybe you’re right.”

“‘Maybe’?” Harry cocked an eyebrow at him and received smirk in response.

Draco nodded decisively. “Maybe.” His hands continued their exploration of Harry’s back and sides, digging his fingers into all the places where tension usually built. “We’ll wait and see. We’ve only got two days to wait.”

Leaning in so he could brush their lips together lightly, Harry smiled. “Mmm, I’m much more excited about the three week wait.”

Draco's responding smile could only be described as dirty. “Three weeks,” he agreed, allowing his hands to press into the small of Harry’s back, bringing their bodies together. “You sure you’re ready?”

More than willing to settle on top of Draco, Harry grinned. “‘Mr. and Mr. Potter’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” Draco's eyes widened with surprise, causing laughter to bubble up from what felt like the very bottom of Harry’s stomach. “Maybe even Malfoy-Potter?”

Draco shoved against the bed, rolling them so he pinned Harry to the mattress. “Mr. and Mr. Malfoy sounds much better to me.”

“Of course it bloody does,” Harry managed to grumble in response just before Draco claimed his lips in a heated kiss.

Opening his mouth to allow Draco in when his tongue pressed against his lips, Harry let out a contented sound. Draco was so warm against him that Harry’s head immediately began to swim with lust. Soft and hard in all the right places, Draco shifted on top of him, his hands seeming to be everywhere all at once. A strange sound pulled Harry’s attention away from Draco for a few seconds, but Draco made sure to recapture it in the next second. Harry was so focussed on the sensations Draco was sending through him that he only just barely registered the soft knock on the door before it opened.

“Dad?”

Harry could have sworn he had never seen Draco move so swiftly in his life. Rolling off to the opposite side of the bed, his eyes flicked to the curtain surrounding the bed, obviously checking to see whether Lily could see inside. Reaching out, Harry smoothed a hand through Draco's hair, flattening a part he had managed to muss up.

“It’s alright,” he whispered with a small smile.

Draco's terse nod in response had Harry thankful that they had only just got going, as he was in a much more socially acceptable condition than Draco was at that moment. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, checking to make sure that his pyjamas were straight. He slid out between the curtains with one last glance back to Draco, who was still watching him with a slightly panicked look in his eyes. There was nothing he could do to help calm Draco down at that moment, he knew, so he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He would be back soon, anyway. Lily was standing in the doorway in her pyjamas, a teddy bear clasped in her arms.

“What’s up, Lil?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Oh, baby girl…”

Harry scooped Lily up in his arms and carried her back towards her bedroom. Judging by the sleepy sounds she made in response to his questions about the dream, he knew she was still half-asleep, so he lowered his voice in an attempt to not wake her properly. By the time they made it to her bedroom, Lily was practically asleep again in his arms.

“Here we are, baby girl,” Harry whispered as he lay her down on her bed. “Back to sleep, Lils.”

The sleepy hum he received in response caused Harry to smile. With one last look back to where Lily lay sleeping, he closed the door nearly all the way. It had been a while since any of his children had had nightmares, but he thought nothing of it; it wasn’t like they had the kind of history he or Draco had to dream about.

He practically jogged back through the house once he was clear of Lily’s bedroom. The look of pure panic on Draco's face when Lily had opened the door was now forcing its way to the forefront of Harry’s mind, causing his strides to lengthen. He shoved the door to the bedroom open to find Draco sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Moving swiftly over to him, Harry fell to his knees and looked up into Draco's face.

“Dray?”

“How did she get through the wards? I set them myself last night. It shouldn’t have been possible…”

“Lily’s accidental magic has always been strong.” Without even thinking about it, Harry reached to run a hand through Draco's hair. The move gained Draco's attention, his eyes fixing on Harry’s face with an intensity that sent tingles of awareness along Harry’s skin. “Is that the first time someone has walked in on you?”

“‘Someone’, Potter? Someone? That was your ten year old daughter! How can you be so calm about this?” Sitting up straight, Draco shot him a look that was a mix of horror and concern. “You know, it would be just my luck to traumatise the one of your children who actually likes me three weeks before the bloody wedding.”

Unable to help himself, Harry began to laugh. Unfortunately, the insulted look that crossed Draco's face only made Harry’s situation worse, causing his laughter to increase.

“You’re laughing at me?” Draco stood quickly, knocking Harry onto his arse before stalking into the bathroom. “Thanks a lot, Potter.”

It took Harry much longer than he had hoped to get himself back under control. The insulted look Draco had shot him just kept returning and causing his laughter to double again each time he thought he had gotten himself under control. By the time he had stopped wheezing and had wiped the tears from his eyes, he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Taking a steadying breath, he made his way into the steamy room.

“Fuck off, Potter.”

Harry nodded. He deserved that one. He began to strip off quickly before clearing his throat to gain Draco's attention.

“No.” A huff of breath told Harry that Draco was actually angry at him this time. He almost hesitated before stepping into the shower with him naked, fear for his bits causing his heartrate to increase. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have laughed. It was stupid of me to not remember how panic-inducing having a child walk in on you for the first time can be.”

Harry’s hands instinctively dropped to cover himself when Draco sighed and spun around. Draco's responding smirk when his eyes dropped to see what Harry’s hands were covering had Harry hesitantly smiling back, but he kept his hands where they were, just in case.

“Good to see you have your priorities straight, at least.”

Draco's arms crossed across his chest and he made no move to indicate whether Harry’s fear for his privates was justified or not. Unsure whether he would be cursed or not if he moved, Harry decided to stay where he was in the corner of the shower; it was probably safer that way, he figured.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but…” He cocked his head to the side and offered up a small smile.

Draco eyed him for a few seconds before his posture relaxed. “Come here.” He grinned when Harry still hesitated. “Are you sure about you trusting me?”

That was all Harry needed. Stepping forward, he dragged Draco into a kiss of the same intensity as the one that Lily had interrupted a few minutes before. Draco responded immediately, spinning them around so Harry’s back was pressed to the heated tiles on the wall. Completely unwilling to do anything else other than obey whatever Draco's increasingly insistent hands were telling him to do, it wasn’t long before Harry was panting for breath and arching into Draco’s touch. Harry knew that when Draco really put his mind to it, he could probably get Harry off in a matter of mere minutes and it seemed that Draco was concentrating quite hard that morning.

It wasn’t long before Draco gasped out the lubrication spell and grasped both of their cocks in his hand. Harry wasn’t allowed much time to breathe before Draco was stroking him rapidly, stealing what little breath he had away with the sensations he was sending through him. The feeling of the hot water splashing over them combined with the rapidly building pressure inside him caused Harry to let out strange little noises: gasps, half-pleas for more, grunted demands for harder or faster. Draco responded immediately each time, adding his other hand, or squeezing just that little more, or increasing his pace until Harry’s head fell forward onto his shoulder.

“I… Fuck…”

“Come, Harry… Come for me…”

Harry let out a high-pitched whine when Draco pressed his fingers to his perineum. His stomach muscles clenched and his hips jerked forward before his orgasm hit, coating both of their hands and stomachs with jet after jet of hot cum. Draco followed along not long after, moaning and thrusting into his hand. His cock spasming beside Harry’s increased Harry’s pleasure for a few more seconds, causing him to groan when Draco released him and they both slid to the floor of the shower. Lying there with the water spraying in his face, panting for breath, Harry had to grin.

“I do trust you, Draco. With all of my bits.”

“Of course you do, twit. I never doubted that.”

Harry let out a winded-sounding chuckle when Draco dragged himself up so he could press their lips together. “‘Twit’?”

“Shut-up and just enjoy your afterglow, Potter. I worked hard for that.”
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