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Perfect Birthday
Chapter Number/Total: 27/52
Chapter Title: Perfect Birthday
Words: 2762 Words
Harry spun around to his stomach wildly, raising himself shakily to give Draco the position he wanted. He was panting and so fucking hard.
"Hold on to the headboard," Draco commanded, and then Summoned his wand, casting the Lube Charm and slicking his cock. "Now beg me," he said.
Harry flushed and did as Draco said, holding onto the wooden bars. "Please fuck me," he said, voice thick with arousal and anticipation.
Draco was trembling with his desire as he pulled the thong out of the crevice of his lover's arse. Then he rubbed the head of his cock along that lovely cleft. "Draco Malfoy, your enemy?" he teased.
"Yes," Harry gasped. "Only him."
"Good," Draco panted, "because he was never your enemy, not even then." He yanked the thong even further aside and pushed inside his lover, groaning, hands grasping his hips.
Harry pushed back against Draco, playing the muscles in his back purposely for Draco's eyes. "Always loved me," he said. "Always."
"Always," Draco agreed, beginning to rock his hips in a deep but slow rhythm.
Harry closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Draco inside him, on that slight burn, on the feeling of being filled, the unbelievable pleasure derived from it.
Draco watched his own cock sliding in and out of his husband, rotating his hips to increase sensation for both of them as he did.
"God," Harry whimpered. "Fuck, you're so fucking - shit - good at this! Fucking perfect fucking!" He knew he probably didn't make much sense, but it didn't keep his mouth shut.
Draco loved it when Harry started babbling during sex. As much trouble as it had gotten them into, it still made his heart race faster. He pumped himself into his lover, moaning loudly at the feeling and delighting in the view of Harry on Draco's old school bed.
"Yes!" Harry yelled. "Yes, yes! Draco, yes! Fuck me!" Draco's rotating and thrusting hips sent thrills up his spine and through his body. He let go of the headboard with one hand, reached inside the thong, and began stroking himself, getting close.
Draco was panting now, sweating and thrusting harder. He could feel the fire of Harry's magic rising and he held himself back, wanting to come with him.
Draco didn't have to wait long. Almost as soon as the blond began thrusting hard, Harry threw his head back and was coming into his own hand and over the bed. He groaned loudly and deep from his chest, pressing himself back.
"Harry!" Draco cried out, spasming. He threw his head back as well as he filled his lover with his seed. Harry's magic seemed to hold him there for a moment, suspended in time until he collapsed forward, trying to catch himself with his arms but only partially succeeding.
Harry fell down a bit under Draco's weight, but he didn't mind in the slightest, feeling deliciously fucked and ... delicious. He sighed shakily and remained still underneath Draco.
"Gods," Draco breathed against his lover's back, feeling thoroughly debauched. He chuckled and slipped back, getting up on his knees.
Harry glanced behind himself, a goofy smile on his face. "Very good," he said.
Draco laughed, reached up, and pulled on the thong, making it snap back against Harry's arse.
Harry jerked a bit and hummed amusedly, turning to face Draco. The thong was completely lopsided now, his cock still hanging out of it, but he made no move to fix it. "This thing make me look stupid?" he asked, plucking at the fabric.
Draco snorted and gently slapped his arse. "No," he answered, "I like it. I am looking forward to seeing what the twins give you this year."
Harry grinned. "Merlin, what else is there?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Scoot over and let me lie down, too," Draco said as he shoved him playfully. The student bed was narrow after so long in big beds.
Harry smiled and obliged, making sure to avoid laying his head in the wet spot.
Draco did Cleaning Charms on both of them and the bed before lying down beside Harry, facing him.
Harry pressed against Draco and kissed the tip of his nose. "Sorry," he said mock-seriously. "Nose fetish, couldn't resist."
Draco wrinkled his nose and smiled. "I suppose I will have to live with it," he said with a huff. In actuality, anytime Harry complimented him in any way made him feel very happy.
Harry snorted quietly and nodded. "Yes, you will," he said. "Did that hurt?" he asked, fingering the welts on Draco's side.
Draco hissed. "Well, touching them does," he complained.
"Sorry," Harry said, taking his hand away quickly.
"Yes, it hurt," Draco said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "It's supposed to hurt."
"But did you like it?" Harry asked, grinning slightly at Draco's smirk.
Draco flushed but tried to think of how to answer that. "It was ... exciting," he said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Harry said, kissing Draco's nose again. "Did it give you a ... rushing feeling? That's how I felt when you used that switch." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Oh, yes." Draco grinned, pulling him closer and looking happily into his eyes. "I loved it."
"Good," Harry said, smiling as he entwined their legs.
"So what else is on the agenda for the day?" Draco asked, comfortable in Harry's arms.
"Well, besides whatever you want," Harry said with a grin, "there will soon be a cake with your name on it. And, of course, whatever you like for dinner. Ron and Hermione can celebrate with us." He smiled. All the Weasleys were going to be arriving for Draco's birthday, though the blond didn't know it. "And I got you a present through the mail."
"A present through the mail?" Draco asked. "From whom?"
"What do you mean from who?" Harry said. "From me, you dolt."
"Why would you mail me a gift?" Draco asked, looking at him funny.
Harry snorted amusedly and rolled his eyes. "I ordered it through the mail," he said. "You know I haven't been out shopping."
"Ahh." Draco smirked. "I thought you were my gift."
Harry smirked. "Yes, but you can have that any time," he said. "It's not really a big deal. I just wanted to make up for bloody cutting your arm off on your last birthday."
"Oh, I thought saving my life did that," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "But I am not one to turn down gifts."
Harry smiled again, taking Draco's silver hand and kissing it. "Would you like it now or would you like to wait?"
"Now works for me." Draco smiled, but didn't move to get up.
"I figured you would say that," Harry said, kissing Draco's lips before he sat up and Summoned a small green-wrapped package from across the room.
"Oh, but now I am becoming predictable," Draco huffed but sat up, too.
"I wouldn't say that," Harry replied, handing the gift over. "You do some pretty surprising things." He waggled his eyebrows playfully.
Draco unwrapped his gift slowly, hiding his curiosity and refusing to give in to the urge to rip it open.
Harry watched patiently as Draco opened his gift: A shiny ebony case with a gold plate on the front of it, bearing the inscription, Always.
Draco smiled and raised an eyebrow, opening the case.
Inside was a simple platinum bracelet adorned with three small stones. The first was moonstone, the third a ruby, and in between those was an aquamarine stone. Draco's, Harry's and Valen's birthstones.
Harry smiled and gave a small shrug. "I had it made for you," he said unnecessarily. "Our birthstones," he said, pointing. "And Valen's."
Draco was quiet for a moment, unable to think as he admired the gift. Finally, he stammered, "It's beautiful."
Harry beamed happily. "Really?" he said. "I wasn't sure if you'd like it."
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, burying his face against him.
Harry smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Draco's back, rubbing his skin gently. "I'm glad you like it," he said quietly.
Draco slipped on the bracelet, holding it up to admire it.
"It looks good on you," Harry said, kissing Draco's hand.
Draco grinned and looked over his shoulder, kissing him quickly. "You look good on me," he quipped.
Harry laughed happily. "Yes, I rather do, don't I?" he said.
"So, do we lie in my old dorm room and fuck all day?" Draco asked. "Or do we have social plans?"
Harry laughed again. "As enticing as that sounds," he said, "I do think Ron and Hermione want to see you - not to mention another blond someone. If Valen allowed us to stay an entire day away from him I would be thoroughly and completely shocked."
Draco chuckled. "We could see how long Ron and Hermione last before they come banging on the door?"
Harry shook his head, grinning amusedly. "I will do whatever you like until five o' clock, or until Ron and Hermione come pounding on the door - whichever comes first, though I'm guessing the latter."
Draco smirked. "What happens at five o'clock?"
Harry shrugged casually. "Dinner," he said simply.
"Oh, no," Draco said. "What are you hiding?"
Harry huffed indignantly. "I'm not hiding anything," he said, barely concealing his smile.
"You are still a terrible liar, Harry." Draco smirked again. "But fine, keep your secrets."
"I am not a terrible liar," Harry said with a small chuckle, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I'm not lying. We really are having dinner at five."
"I am sure we are," Draco said with a smile. "So, how long does this room last?"
Harry sighed and stretched before wrapping arms around Draco again and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Took me and Hermione three days to get completely ready and will only last for today," he answered.
"So we spend most of the day in here," Draco said, smiling some more, "taking breaks to eat and see Valen."
Harry laughed. "Is that what you want?" he said.
"That's what I want," Draco answered, kissing Harry again.
***
After yet another bout of sex and then another after that, with a few interruptions from the baby, it was a quarter to five and Harry felt completely, utterly fucked, messy, raw and perfect. He lay on his back, very closely pressed to Draco in the narrow bed and sighed satedly. "Merlin, I feel like today's been my birthday," he said goofily.
"That should be our new rule." Draco smirked. "Birthdays are for fucking."
"I think we've already established it," Harry said with a grin, and sighed again. "We should probably get dressed," he said, scratching his stomach.
"Shower and then dressed," Draco said. "But no fucking in the shower or I won't be able to walk to the kitchen."
Harry gave Draco another goofy look and nodded. "If you can even walk right now," he said with a laugh.
"Is that a challenge, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Well, if you think you can," Harry said, "go for it." He pressed a hand between them and pinched Draco's arse.
Draco's arse was sore and he had to suppress a yelp at that. He struggled to a sitting position and reached for his wand. "Does using magic count?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "No," he said. "But I will carry you if you need it, my love," he said teasingly.
Draco rolled his eyes and gripped the bed post, using it to pull himself up. His legs felt like rubber and his arse was very sore.
Harry sat up too and watched Draco, his head cocked to one side. "Do you want me to carry you?" he said, moving onto his knees to kiss Draco's shoulder. "I will gladly do it."
"Let's see you stand then, Boy-Who-Lived," Draco sneered, but smiled.
Harry had not been fucked as hard as Draco had been, but his arse was still sore. He raised an eyebrow at Draco's challenging tone and lifted his chin, stepping off the bed with a wobbly leg.
"I guess I went too easy on you," Draco said, thinking the enlarged dildo might also have had something to do with his own soreness.
"Well, perhaps you can remedy that later," Harry said with a smirk.
"You are sex crazed," Draco said with a smirk, still not managing to let go of the post.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "As if you're any better," he said, and then, "Draco, I seriously will carry you if you want. My arse is sore and I know I fucked you hard." He winced slightly but grinned at the memory.
"You are absolutely not carrying me," Draco said firmly, then winced when he took a step. "But some Pepper-Up Potion might be helpful."
Harry snorted once again and nodded, not surprised. "Do you have any?"
"In my supplies in the room," Draco said.
Harry stretched briefly and pulled his school robe on, holding it shut as he left to get the potion. There was only a slight limp in his step, which he tried to hide. He took a gulp of the potion and returned holding the vial out to his husband, his ears spouting steam.
Draco chuckled and swallowed the rest of the potion. And then managed to pull on a robe and make it to the bathroom for their shower.
Harry followed, holding in his laugh when steam poured from Draco as well.
They took a quick shower and dressed quickly too and then they were finally heading down the stairs for their meal, because they were having a meal after all.
Harry took Draco's hand happily, leading him along.
Draco smirked. "Now what?"
Harry raised an eyebrow as they made their way down. "I don't know why you keep thinking something's up," he said. "What's so great about having dinner with Ron and Hermione? We do that every day."
"Exactly," Draco said. "We do that everyday and we don't do it on any kind of strict schedule."
"But it's your birthday," Harry replied quietly, now at the top of the kitchen stairs. "I said you had a cake and we can't let it sit for too long." And then he realised that that didn't make any sense, because cake could sit for quite a while, but he shrugged. They were already almost there.
Draco smirked but didn't say anything else, following his husband.
Harry led Draco down into the quiet, dim, seemingly empty kitchen, waiting at the foot of the stairs with a big grin spread across his face.
As soon as Draco entered the room, people jumped out from behind table and chairs, from behind the large dresser of dishes, and one of the twins even tumbled out of the cabinet beneath the sink. "Surprise!" yelled the Weasleys, beaming at Draco.
Draco smirked and rolled his eyes. "I am shocked," he drawled.
Harry laughed at Draco's reaction, kissing him on the cheek.
"Aww," said Fred, from the floor, pretending to be disappointed. There was a bit of something black smudged across his cheek from being in the cabinet.
Draco smiled, flushing a bit at the attention. "So, where's the feast?" he asked.
Mrs Weasley waved her wand and the table filled with food - all of Draco's favourites. "Harry told me what you like, dear," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I cooked it all. I haven't gotten to in quite a while. Your elves are spoiling me!" She laughed.
"Delightful," Draco said.
Harry smiled.
"Happy birthday, mate," said Ron, holding Valen in one arm and shaking Draco's hand with his free one.
Harry stepped forward and took the baby, who was babbling and cooing at the sight of his parents.
"Yeah, happy birthday," said George. "Now you're of age in the Muggle world, too. Yet another door of opportunity flung wide open." He sighed, a look of remembrance on his face.
Fred snorted and smirked, getting up from the floor to wish Draco a happy birthday as well.
"Yeah, because I can't wait to go get a permit to drive one of those Muggle boxes on wheels," Draco quipped, smiling and shaking his head.
"Hey, they can fly as well if you want them to," said Fred jokingly. "Harry and Ron know all about that."
Harry winced. "Unfortunately true," he said.
Draco looked sceptically at his husband.
"Whomping Willow, second year, true story," Harry said.
Ron nodded.
"Yes, I wonder whose car that was?" said Mr Weasley, joining the small crowd. He raised eyebrows at Harry and Ron.
"Eheh," said Ron, scratching the back of his neck. "Who's hungry?"
Mr Weasley shook his head, amused-looking.
"You can tell me the story over dinner," Draco said, taking a seat.
Chapter Title: Perfect Birthday
Words: 2762 Words
Harry spun around to his stomach wildly, raising himself shakily to give Draco the position he wanted. He was panting and so fucking hard.
"Hold on to the headboard," Draco commanded, and then Summoned his wand, casting the Lube Charm and slicking his cock. "Now beg me," he said.
Harry flushed and did as Draco said, holding onto the wooden bars. "Please fuck me," he said, voice thick with arousal and anticipation.
Draco was trembling with his desire as he pulled the thong out of the crevice of his lover's arse. Then he rubbed the head of his cock along that lovely cleft. "Draco Malfoy, your enemy?" he teased.
"Yes," Harry gasped. "Only him."
"Good," Draco panted, "because he was never your enemy, not even then." He yanked the thong even further aside and pushed inside his lover, groaning, hands grasping his hips.
Harry pushed back against Draco, playing the muscles in his back purposely for Draco's eyes. "Always loved me," he said. "Always."
"Always," Draco agreed, beginning to rock his hips in a deep but slow rhythm.
Harry closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Draco inside him, on that slight burn, on the feeling of being filled, the unbelievable pleasure derived from it.
Draco watched his own cock sliding in and out of his husband, rotating his hips to increase sensation for both of them as he did.
"God," Harry whimpered. "Fuck, you're so fucking - shit - good at this! Fucking perfect fucking!" He knew he probably didn't make much sense, but it didn't keep his mouth shut.
Draco loved it when Harry started babbling during sex. As much trouble as it had gotten them into, it still made his heart race faster. He pumped himself into his lover, moaning loudly at the feeling and delighting in the view of Harry on Draco's old school bed.
"Yes!" Harry yelled. "Yes, yes! Draco, yes! Fuck me!" Draco's rotating and thrusting hips sent thrills up his spine and through his body. He let go of the headboard with one hand, reached inside the thong, and began stroking himself, getting close.
Draco was panting now, sweating and thrusting harder. He could feel the fire of Harry's magic rising and he held himself back, wanting to come with him.
Draco didn't have to wait long. Almost as soon as the blond began thrusting hard, Harry threw his head back and was coming into his own hand and over the bed. He groaned loudly and deep from his chest, pressing himself back.
"Harry!" Draco cried out, spasming. He threw his head back as well as he filled his lover with his seed. Harry's magic seemed to hold him there for a moment, suspended in time until he collapsed forward, trying to catch himself with his arms but only partially succeeding.
Harry fell down a bit under Draco's weight, but he didn't mind in the slightest, feeling deliciously fucked and ... delicious. He sighed shakily and remained still underneath Draco.
"Gods," Draco breathed against his lover's back, feeling thoroughly debauched. He chuckled and slipped back, getting up on his knees.
Harry glanced behind himself, a goofy smile on his face. "Very good," he said.
Draco laughed, reached up, and pulled on the thong, making it snap back against Harry's arse.
Harry jerked a bit and hummed amusedly, turning to face Draco. The thong was completely lopsided now, his cock still hanging out of it, but he made no move to fix it. "This thing make me look stupid?" he asked, plucking at the fabric.
Draco snorted and gently slapped his arse. "No," he answered, "I like it. I am looking forward to seeing what the twins give you this year."
Harry grinned. "Merlin, what else is there?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Scoot over and let me lie down, too," Draco said as he shoved him playfully. The student bed was narrow after so long in big beds.
Harry smiled and obliged, making sure to avoid laying his head in the wet spot.
Draco did Cleaning Charms on both of them and the bed before lying down beside Harry, facing him.
Harry pressed against Draco and kissed the tip of his nose. "Sorry," he said mock-seriously. "Nose fetish, couldn't resist."
Draco wrinkled his nose and smiled. "I suppose I will have to live with it," he said with a huff. In actuality, anytime Harry complimented him in any way made him feel very happy.
Harry snorted quietly and nodded. "Yes, you will," he said. "Did that hurt?" he asked, fingering the welts on Draco's side.
Draco hissed. "Well, touching them does," he complained.
"Sorry," Harry said, taking his hand away quickly.
"Yes, it hurt," Draco said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "It's supposed to hurt."
"But did you like it?" Harry asked, grinning slightly at Draco's smirk.
Draco flushed but tried to think of how to answer that. "It was ... exciting," he said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Harry said, kissing Draco's nose again. "Did it give you a ... rushing feeling? That's how I felt when you used that switch." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Oh, yes." Draco grinned, pulling him closer and looking happily into his eyes. "I loved it."
"Good," Harry said, smiling as he entwined their legs.
"So what else is on the agenda for the day?" Draco asked, comfortable in Harry's arms.
"Well, besides whatever you want," Harry said with a grin, "there will soon be a cake with your name on it. And, of course, whatever you like for dinner. Ron and Hermione can celebrate with us." He smiled. All the Weasleys were going to be arriving for Draco's birthday, though the blond didn't know it. "And I got you a present through the mail."
"A present through the mail?" Draco asked. "From whom?"
"What do you mean from who?" Harry said. "From me, you dolt."
"Why would you mail me a gift?" Draco asked, looking at him funny.
Harry snorted amusedly and rolled his eyes. "I ordered it through the mail," he said. "You know I haven't been out shopping."
"Ahh." Draco smirked. "I thought you were my gift."
Harry smirked. "Yes, but you can have that any time," he said. "It's not really a big deal. I just wanted to make up for bloody cutting your arm off on your last birthday."
"Oh, I thought saving my life did that," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "But I am not one to turn down gifts."
Harry smiled again, taking Draco's silver hand and kissing it. "Would you like it now or would you like to wait?"
"Now works for me." Draco smiled, but didn't move to get up.
"I figured you would say that," Harry said, kissing Draco's lips before he sat up and Summoned a small green-wrapped package from across the room.
"Oh, but now I am becoming predictable," Draco huffed but sat up, too.
"I wouldn't say that," Harry replied, handing the gift over. "You do some pretty surprising things." He waggled his eyebrows playfully.
Draco unwrapped his gift slowly, hiding his curiosity and refusing to give in to the urge to rip it open.
Harry watched patiently as Draco opened his gift: A shiny ebony case with a gold plate on the front of it, bearing the inscription, Always.
Draco smiled and raised an eyebrow, opening the case.
Inside was a simple platinum bracelet adorned with three small stones. The first was moonstone, the third a ruby, and in between those was an aquamarine stone. Draco's, Harry's and Valen's birthstones.
Harry smiled and gave a small shrug. "I had it made for you," he said unnecessarily. "Our birthstones," he said, pointing. "And Valen's."
Draco was quiet for a moment, unable to think as he admired the gift. Finally, he stammered, "It's beautiful."
Harry beamed happily. "Really?" he said. "I wasn't sure if you'd like it."
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, burying his face against him.
Harry smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Draco's back, rubbing his skin gently. "I'm glad you like it," he said quietly.
Draco slipped on the bracelet, holding it up to admire it.
"It looks good on you," Harry said, kissing Draco's hand.
Draco grinned and looked over his shoulder, kissing him quickly. "You look good on me," he quipped.
Harry laughed happily. "Yes, I rather do, don't I?" he said.
"So, do we lie in my old dorm room and fuck all day?" Draco asked. "Or do we have social plans?"
Harry laughed again. "As enticing as that sounds," he said, "I do think Ron and Hermione want to see you - not to mention another blond someone. If Valen allowed us to stay an entire day away from him I would be thoroughly and completely shocked."
Draco chuckled. "We could see how long Ron and Hermione last before they come banging on the door?"
Harry shook his head, grinning amusedly. "I will do whatever you like until five o' clock, or until Ron and Hermione come pounding on the door - whichever comes first, though I'm guessing the latter."
Draco smirked. "What happens at five o'clock?"
Harry shrugged casually. "Dinner," he said simply.
"Oh, no," Draco said. "What are you hiding?"
Harry huffed indignantly. "I'm not hiding anything," he said, barely concealing his smile.
"You are still a terrible liar, Harry." Draco smirked again. "But fine, keep your secrets."
"I am not a terrible liar," Harry said with a small chuckle, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I'm not lying. We really are having dinner at five."
"I am sure we are," Draco said with a smile. "So, how long does this room last?"
Harry sighed and stretched before wrapping arms around Draco again and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Took me and Hermione three days to get completely ready and will only last for today," he answered.
"So we spend most of the day in here," Draco said, smiling some more, "taking breaks to eat and see Valen."
Harry laughed. "Is that what you want?" he said.
"That's what I want," Draco answered, kissing Harry again.
***
After yet another bout of sex and then another after that, with a few interruptions from the baby, it was a quarter to five and Harry felt completely, utterly fucked, messy, raw and perfect. He lay on his back, very closely pressed to Draco in the narrow bed and sighed satedly. "Merlin, I feel like today's been my birthday," he said goofily.
"That should be our new rule." Draco smirked. "Birthdays are for fucking."
"I think we've already established it," Harry said with a grin, and sighed again. "We should probably get dressed," he said, scratching his stomach.
"Shower and then dressed," Draco said. "But no fucking in the shower or I won't be able to walk to the kitchen."
Harry gave Draco another goofy look and nodded. "If you can even walk right now," he said with a laugh.
"Is that a challenge, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Well, if you think you can," Harry said, "go for it." He pressed a hand between them and pinched Draco's arse.
Draco's arse was sore and he had to suppress a yelp at that. He struggled to a sitting position and reached for his wand. "Does using magic count?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "No," he said. "But I will carry you if you need it, my love," he said teasingly.
Draco rolled his eyes and gripped the bed post, using it to pull himself up. His legs felt like rubber and his arse was very sore.
Harry sat up too and watched Draco, his head cocked to one side. "Do you want me to carry you?" he said, moving onto his knees to kiss Draco's shoulder. "I will gladly do it."
"Let's see you stand then, Boy-Who-Lived," Draco sneered, but smiled.
Harry had not been fucked as hard as Draco had been, but his arse was still sore. He raised an eyebrow at Draco's challenging tone and lifted his chin, stepping off the bed with a wobbly leg.
"I guess I went too easy on you," Draco said, thinking the enlarged dildo might also have had something to do with his own soreness.
"Well, perhaps you can remedy that later," Harry said with a smirk.
"You are sex crazed," Draco said with a smirk, still not managing to let go of the post.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "As if you're any better," he said, and then, "Draco, I seriously will carry you if you want. My arse is sore and I know I fucked you hard." He winced slightly but grinned at the memory.
"You are absolutely not carrying me," Draco said firmly, then winced when he took a step. "But some Pepper-Up Potion might be helpful."
Harry snorted once again and nodded, not surprised. "Do you have any?"
"In my supplies in the room," Draco said.
Harry stretched briefly and pulled his school robe on, holding it shut as he left to get the potion. There was only a slight limp in his step, which he tried to hide. He took a gulp of the potion and returned holding the vial out to his husband, his ears spouting steam.
Draco chuckled and swallowed the rest of the potion. And then managed to pull on a robe and make it to the bathroom for their shower.
Harry followed, holding in his laugh when steam poured from Draco as well.
They took a quick shower and dressed quickly too and then they were finally heading down the stairs for their meal, because they were having a meal after all.
Harry took Draco's hand happily, leading him along.
Draco smirked. "Now what?"
Harry raised an eyebrow as they made their way down. "I don't know why you keep thinking something's up," he said. "What's so great about having dinner with Ron and Hermione? We do that every day."
"Exactly," Draco said. "We do that everyday and we don't do it on any kind of strict schedule."
"But it's your birthday," Harry replied quietly, now at the top of the kitchen stairs. "I said you had a cake and we can't let it sit for too long." And then he realised that that didn't make any sense, because cake could sit for quite a while, but he shrugged. They were already almost there.
Draco smirked but didn't say anything else, following his husband.
Harry led Draco down into the quiet, dim, seemingly empty kitchen, waiting at the foot of the stairs with a big grin spread across his face.
As soon as Draco entered the room, people jumped out from behind table and chairs, from behind the large dresser of dishes, and one of the twins even tumbled out of the cabinet beneath the sink. "Surprise!" yelled the Weasleys, beaming at Draco.
Draco smirked and rolled his eyes. "I am shocked," he drawled.
Harry laughed at Draco's reaction, kissing him on the cheek.
"Aww," said Fred, from the floor, pretending to be disappointed. There was a bit of something black smudged across his cheek from being in the cabinet.
Draco smiled, flushing a bit at the attention. "So, where's the feast?" he asked.
Mrs Weasley waved her wand and the table filled with food - all of Draco's favourites. "Harry told me what you like, dear," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I cooked it all. I haven't gotten to in quite a while. Your elves are spoiling me!" She laughed.
"Delightful," Draco said.
Harry smiled.
"Happy birthday, mate," said Ron, holding Valen in one arm and shaking Draco's hand with his free one.
Harry stepped forward and took the baby, who was babbling and cooing at the sight of his parents.
"Yeah, happy birthday," said George. "Now you're of age in the Muggle world, too. Yet another door of opportunity flung wide open." He sighed, a look of remembrance on his face.
Fred snorted and smirked, getting up from the floor to wish Draco a happy birthday as well.
"Yeah, because I can't wait to go get a permit to drive one of those Muggle boxes on wheels," Draco quipped, smiling and shaking his head.
"Hey, they can fly as well if you want them to," said Fred jokingly. "Harry and Ron know all about that."
Harry winced. "Unfortunately true," he said.
Draco looked sceptically at his husband.
"Whomping Willow, second year, true story," Harry said.
Ron nodded.
"Yes, I wonder whose car that was?" said Mr Weasley, joining the small crowd. He raised eyebrows at Harry and Ron.
"Eheh," said Ron, scratching the back of his neck. "Who's hungry?"
Mr Weasley shook his head, amused-looking.
"You can tell me the story over dinner," Draco said, taking a seat.