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Blood Feud
Chapter Number/Total: 33/41
Chapter Title: Blood Feud
Words: 3354 Words
Harry and Draco had managed to get their own child away from the horde of overly willing babysitters and were in their own bedroom. They had decided to take a day off from constant research. Especially since they seemed no closer to finding the dagger than they were days ago.
Draco lay on his belly, chin in his hands, watching Harry feed Valen again. He never tired of watching such an amazing sight. Harry's body was looking more like it had before, except for the scar on his belly. Draco found the sight of his husband "breastfeeding" their baby was as odd as it was beautiful.
Harry was smiling down at Valen as he fed him. It was strange, but he sort of ... liked doing it. It made him feel closer to his son, even if it wasn't something he had ever planned on doing - but then again, he hadn't ever planned on marrying Draco Malfoy or giving birth either. He looked up and saw Draco watching him. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You bored or anything?" he asked. "I don't mind if you don't want to sit here with me." But he knew it was exactly what Draco wanted to do.
Draco raised an eyebrow, knowing he looked like someone had cast an Enthral Spell on him but not really caring. He was in love with his husband and their child. He watched as Harry pushed back his unruly hair that fell forward every time he looked down at their son. He watched the little faces his husband made at their son. He watched everything.
Harry snorted happily at Draco, pleased with the look on his face and pleased that he could help make him so happy. "I think he's nearly finished," Harry said, looking down at Valen again, and sure enough, a few minutes later, their son had fallen asleep. "Put him in his cot?" Harry asked Draco quietly, gently moving Valen from his chest.
Draco rolled over and sat up, reaching for their son. He gently lifted him to his shoulder and rubbed his back until the baby burped. Luckily, this time, without goo. He carefully laid the tiny boy in the cot beside the bed, tucking a blanket around him. He stood staring for another minute, watching that little face.
Harry smiled, watching Draco and the look of adoration on his face. It made his heart feel bigger and his stomach flutter with happiness.
Draco turned his head, cocking it slightly, and raised his eyebrows, looking mischievously at his husband. He withdrew his wand and cast a Silencing Charm on the cot.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled questioningly before stretching out and putting his hands behind his head.
Draco's smirk stayed in place as he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving Harry's.
Harry watched Draco silently and waggled his eyebrows, licking his lips.
Draco kept his pace slow and casual, finishing the buttons and slowly removing his shirt to lay it across the chair. He wasn't wearing shoes or socks. Then he unfastened his trousers, sliding them slowly from his hips and revealing that he wasn't even wearing shorts. He lay them on the chair, too and then stood with hands on his hips and one eyebrow raised, contemplating his husband.
Harry's breathing and heart had sped up as Draco had stripped - the man never ceased to do that to him. "Something you want?" he asked, smiling crookedly.
Draco didn't say a word. Instead, he slowly and sensuously crawled across the bed toward the other man until he was kneeling beside him. His cock was hard before he even reached Harry, swaying underneath him as he crawled.
Harry's breath hitched as he reached one hand out and pressed it flat to the skin of Draco's chest, watching his face.
Draco sat on his feet, so that his cock was standing from the pale hair in his lap. His hands were resting on his thighs and his back was straight. His eyes looked almost silver with the desire shining in them. Harry's simple touch did what it always did, it made him tremble.
Harry trailed his hand down Draco's chest and stomach very slowly, eyes never leaving his face. He grasped Draco's cock and gave it a long, slow stroke biting his lip as he did.
Draco began panting, trying to hold still and passive under Harry's touch, eyes burning with his feelings. Harry had had to be more passive when he was pregnant, his body making it more difficult to play. Now that he was healed, Draco was curious to see what he would do.
Harry stroked Draco harder, but still slowly, his own cock hard in his trousers. His breathing sped up even more as he watched the flush of arousal creep across Draco's cheeks.
Draco's mouth opened slightly, a soft gasp escaping and he had to struggle to keep his eyes open.
Harry groaned quietly and very low in his throat, his trousers becoming uncomfortable. He reached his free hand out and passed it over the cloth, freeing his cock and groaning again. He sat up suddenly and slipped his tongue into Draco's open mouth, advancing upon him.
Draco's trembling increased with his anticipation. Harry's tongue entering him made his entire body react and he moaned around it.
Harry moaned as Draco did, wrapping one arm around his lower back and one across his shoulders, pulling him as close as he could. He pulled his mouth away but didn't break full contact with Draco's lips. Opening his eyes half-way, he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard."
"Please," Draco whispered, his cock twitching hard in approval.
Harry pushed Draco roughly down on his back, reaching for his legs and pushing them apart and then up to his chest, panting already.
Draco's heart was pounding at the fierce response. This was what he wanted - his lion claiming him. He held his legs where Harry had pushed them, looking up at him.
Harry gritted his teeth and advanced upon Draco again, biting at his bottom lip as he lubed his fingers and slipped one into Draco, growling with pleasure at the feel of that slick, tight heat.
Draco spread himself open, literally and magically, feeling Harry's power, and the growl made him so hard he thought he might come then.
Harry licked Draco's lips and mouth, slipping another finger inside him. "Whose are you?" he growled, unable to resist a cocky smirk.
"Yours, completely yours," Draco responded, his magic responding as well.
Harry rewarded that with a stroke to Draco's prostate, licking his lips again.
Draco's lips tingled where Harry licked them, opening more in response as he shuddered at those fingers inside him. He forced himself to open his eyes and look into those intense green ones. His husband's look made him groan even louder.
"Do you want me to fuck you Draco?" Harry asked, voice still dangerous and low. He emphasised the work fuck just a tad, his cock twitching.
"Please, please fuck me," Draco gasped. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Claim me."
"Mmm," Harry moaned, heat flooding his body. Within a quick moment, his fingers were removed and his cock was slick, pressing forward into Draco's entrance. He spread his own legs a bit to go deeper, eyes still focused on Draco's face.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed as he felt Harry's flesh entering him and the magic crackling up his spine. His eyes slid closed again, attention focused inward at the feelings inside him.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Fuck, yes," he said. "I fucking love how you take me, Draco." He thrust all the way in - hard.
"Yes, all of you," Draco agreed. "Want you everywhere inside." He arched into each thrust, feeling stretched and full and trembling with heat.
Harry allowed himself to let go, pounding into Draco. He closed his eyes and held onto the blanket on either side of Draco's shoulders, using it to gather momentum with each thrust.
"Yes, deep, so deep," Draco cried out, grunting with each hard thrust.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck. "Fuck, yes," he growled before he bit at Draco's skin.
Harry's teeth sent another shudder through Draco's body. "Yes, my lion," he gasped.
There was only so much Harry could take. His cock was throbbing inside Draco as he continued to pound into him, gasping, his teeth clenched.
"Claim me, fill me!" Draco gasped again, knowing he was close and wanting Harry's magic to bring him over the edge.
Harry thrust into Draco one last hard time, his eyes tightly shut. He let out a strangled cry, his knuckles white as he grasped the covers. He came then, filling Draco with his seed and panting harshly through his nose.
Draco groaned so loud he felt like it vibrated his bones as he came, Harry's magic and warmth flooding through him. He threw his legs around his husband's waist and his arms around his back, pulling him tight.
Harry groaned as the most intense part of his orgasm ended. He was still panting, pressed to Draco completely. He couldn't talk, not yet anyway. He still felt high.
Draco held Harry tight with every part of himself, not wanting to let go as he rode the waves of pleasure and floated in the aftermath. He felt he could stay this way forever and be happy. Just as he thought that, he felt a flare of magic nearby and chuckled deeply.
Harry smiled satedly and took a breath of Draco's skin, releasing the covers with his left hand and bringing it up to stroke Draco's hair.
"Valen's awake," Draco whispered into his lover's ear.
Harry snorted. "Won't let us forget him, will he?" he said with a small laugh.
"He has always liked it when we combine our magic," Draco said, chuckling. "He is a sensitive. I think it woke him."
"Oh," Harry said, raising himself up and pulling out of Draco gently. He crawled over to the side of the bed and smiled down into the cot.
Valentine was awake, green eyes bright, and his hands immediately reached up toward Harry.
Draco had collapsed, legs and arms falling back down as he lay in post-orgasmic bliss. He turned his head to watch his lover looking at their child.
Harry's smile grew as he did a Cleaning Charm on his hands before reaching down and picking Valen up, rubbing his nose against the baby's gently and making a silly face at him.
"That child is going to be as sex crazed as you are if he feels it every time we come," Draco laughed, reaching for a wand and doing a Cleaning Charm on himself.
Harry snorted. "You act like I'm the only sex crazed one around here," he teased.
Draco couldn't argue with that so he didn't. "Lay him on my chest," he suggested.
Harry nodded and moved on his knees over to Draco. He kissed Valen's hair before laying him gently on Draco's chest, smiling down at both of them.
Draco bent his neck, looking down at the small face near his. "So, my son, you really like the magic, don't you?" He smiled at him. "All that heat and sparkle is hard to resist, isn't it?"
Valen burbled at him.
Harry laughed delightedly. "Merlin, it's like he knows what you're saying," he said, rubbing Valen's back.
Draco cocked his head, still looking into Valen's face. "Well, he knows I am talking to him," Draco said. "And he knows who we are."
"Good," said Harry, smiling at the baby. "I like him to know who we are." He looked back at Draco. "Isn't it weird to think of him older? Calling us dad? We're dads." He sighed and shook his head in happy amazement. "It's so strange to have him here finally."
Draco glanced at Harry, laughing. "So does he call us both dad?" he asked.
"Well, he's certainly not going to call me mum," Harry said, laughing as well.
"But if he yells dad, how do we know which one of us he wants?" Draco asked, looking down at Valen curiously.
Harry snorted and shrugged. "Different tones?" he suggested jokingly.
Draco snorted, rolling his eyes. Valen's eyes blinked and he made a snort sound too.
Harry laughed again. "How about ... Daddy Harry and Daddy Draco? Although, I suppose that would be odd for when he's older ...."
"No stranger than having two fathers," Draco said. "Let alone one of them being Harry Potter."
Harry gave a shrug. "I guess that's what it could be then," he said. "But really, he can decide what he wants to call us. We could be completely off the mark."
"I am sure he will have his own ideas," Draco said, intently watching the boy's reactions to their conversation. He definitely liked the sound of their voices. "Harry, do something wandless from where you are," he said.
Harry smiled curiously and raised his hand, thinking of what he could do. He shrugged and simply shot golden sparks into the air.
Valen did a little shudder and struggled to turn his head to see. Draco laughed.
Harry grinned widely and moved so that he was in Valen's line of vision. He shot up red sparks this time, watching his little face.
Valen wiggled around on Draco's chest and Draco had to bring a hand up to keep the infant from rolling off him. Green eyes were wide as an owl's and Valen started burbling again.
"Brilliant," Harry said delightedly, smiling at Draco. "He's going to be powerful. Hogwarts better watch out." He chuckled.
"Hogwarts? We had better watch out," Draco laughed. "If he figures out wandless before he is old enough to use a wand, we are in a world of trouble."
"Merlin," Harry said, laughing. "I didn't, so maybe he won't ...." But as he stared down at Valen, it was almost as if there was a little warning in those green eyes. Harry raised his eyebrows and laughed again.
"I am glad we aren't the only ones keeping an eye on him," Draco said. "It may take the red horde to keep him in line."
Harry smiled, touching Valen's hair again. He couldn't keep his hands away from it, just like with Draco's. "Hey," he said to his husband. "I've been thinking. Should we name someone his godfather? Godmother? In case something happens to us ...."
"Certainly," Draco said, his fingers stroking the soft skin of his son's cheek.
"Well ... who should it be?" Harry asked, already having two people for the job in mind.
Draco gave Harry that look that said he knew he was being set up. He arched an eyebrow.
"What?" said Harry, grinning. He rolled his eyes. "You have to know who I want it to be," he said.
"Hermione and Ron," Draco said, rubbing his son's back and rolling his eyes.
Harry nodded. "Can you think of anyone better?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Draco tried really hard to do just that. Actually, he did have an idea. But how to talk to Harry about it was the problem.
Harry tapped his fingers on his knee, waiting for an answer.
"Bill and Fleur," Draco answered, watching Harry's reaction.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Bill and Fleur?" he asked. "Why them?"
Draco sighed. "First, they are older and already married," he said.
"Yeah, but - but I would feel odd asking them," Harry said, frowning a bit.
"Second, Fleur speaks French and has citizenship there," Draco said, and then paused. He knew that Harry would not like the last reason.
"So," said Harry with a snort. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"And third," Draco said, pausing again and looking down at his son, "they are both from long lines of pure-bloods."
Harry raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "So what," he said slowly. "Valen's not pure-blood. Fleur isn't even pure-blood."
Draco would have known Harry was angry even without the tone in his voice as his magic started to buzz. Valen started to cry. Draco huffed, taking both hands to hold the baby while he rolled over and sat up. He stood and got a bit of distance between them and Harry, making soothing noises to Valen.
Harry scowled and crossed his arms, still staring at Draco with narrowed eyes.
"Leakey," Draco called out, ignoring the fact that both he and Harry were still naked. The house-elf appeared moments later.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes before closing them and putting his head in his hands.
"Leakey," Draco said, "please ask Mrs Weasley to come to our parlour and take Valen for a bit."
Harry sighed heavily, preparing himself for an argument that he wished he wasn't about to have.
Draco set the baby in his cot and Valen promptly began to cry. The blond reached for his dressing gown and belted it before picking up the child again and trying to soothe him. "It's fine, Valen," he said. "Your daddies just need to talk."
Harry looked up again, frowning sadly at the crying child. He tried to push his anger aside just until Mrs Weasley came. He tried shooting sparks up again.
Draco held his tongue, a number of cutting remarks coming to mind. Valen just looked confused. Draco heard a pop in the other room and walked out of the bedroom. Mrs Weasley looked concerned, but he told her they just needed a break. She left through the door with the baby and Draco allowed himself a moment, head falling back.
Harry flopped onto the bed on his back, staring up at the canopy and shaking his head, eyes narrowed again.
Draco walked back into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. He stood looking down at his naked husband. Harry's belly still had Draco's dried come on it and the blond shook his head.
Harry raised his head a bit to look at Draco, rolled his eyes, and flopped back again.
Draco rested his arms above him on the canopy frame and waited.
Harry took an angry deep breath. "Draco," he began, voice dangerous. "There is nothing that gets me more pissed off than when you stand there and look at me like you are now. You're the one who said what you said. Please, do elaborate."
Draco shook his head, thinking how odd it was that Harry was starting to talk more like him. "First, a married couple would provide a more stable home, if he should need to be raised by someone besides ourselves," Draco said.
"I get that reason," Harry snapped.
Draco gritted his teeth at the sharp spike and walked away from Harry, leaning against a wall. "Second, I want my child to speak French. But more than that," he continued, trying to keep his voice even, "if something goes wrong, the French citizenship would provide refuge if they needed it."
"Okay," Harry said, drawing the word out angrily. "And the final reason?"
"He is the heir to the Malfoy heritage," Draco said, his voice taking on an edge, "a heritage that goes back centuries all the way to France. If I am not there to raise him, I want him to be prepared for that responsibility. Fleur has a better chance of doing that than any of our friends."
"What does that have to do with them being pure-blood?" Harry asked, sitting up now. "What responsibility? The money? Ron and Hermione can't teach him how to handle money? I'm not seeing the connection here."
"No you don't see it," Draco sneered, "and I don't know if you ever will!"
Harry glared, his face distorting in anger. "Valen's not pure-blood!" Harry said again. "I'm a half-blood! Looks like the Malfoy line has been tainted!"
"Merde'!" Draco cursed, jumping out of his chair and stalking out of the room. In the sitting room, he picked up a glass trinket and threw it as hard as he could into the fireplace.
"Fuck you!" Harry called after him, throwing himself back in the bed again and crossing his arms.
Chapter Title: Blood Feud
Words: 3354 Words
Harry and Draco had managed to get their own child away from the horde of overly willing babysitters and were in their own bedroom. They had decided to take a day off from constant research. Especially since they seemed no closer to finding the dagger than they were days ago.
Draco lay on his belly, chin in his hands, watching Harry feed Valen again. He never tired of watching such an amazing sight. Harry's body was looking more like it had before, except for the scar on his belly. Draco found the sight of his husband "breastfeeding" their baby was as odd as it was beautiful.
Harry was smiling down at Valen as he fed him. It was strange, but he sort of ... liked doing it. It made him feel closer to his son, even if it wasn't something he had ever planned on doing - but then again, he hadn't ever planned on marrying Draco Malfoy or giving birth either. He looked up and saw Draco watching him. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You bored or anything?" he asked. "I don't mind if you don't want to sit here with me." But he knew it was exactly what Draco wanted to do.
Draco raised an eyebrow, knowing he looked like someone had cast an Enthral Spell on him but not really caring. He was in love with his husband and their child. He watched as Harry pushed back his unruly hair that fell forward every time he looked down at their son. He watched the little faces his husband made at their son. He watched everything.
Harry snorted happily at Draco, pleased with the look on his face and pleased that he could help make him so happy. "I think he's nearly finished," Harry said, looking down at Valen again, and sure enough, a few minutes later, their son had fallen asleep. "Put him in his cot?" Harry asked Draco quietly, gently moving Valen from his chest.
Draco rolled over and sat up, reaching for their son. He gently lifted him to his shoulder and rubbed his back until the baby burped. Luckily, this time, without goo. He carefully laid the tiny boy in the cot beside the bed, tucking a blanket around him. He stood staring for another minute, watching that little face.
Harry smiled, watching Draco and the look of adoration on his face. It made his heart feel bigger and his stomach flutter with happiness.
Draco turned his head, cocking it slightly, and raised his eyebrows, looking mischievously at his husband. He withdrew his wand and cast a Silencing Charm on the cot.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled questioningly before stretching out and putting his hands behind his head.
Draco's smirk stayed in place as he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving Harry's.
Harry watched Draco silently and waggled his eyebrows, licking his lips.
Draco kept his pace slow and casual, finishing the buttons and slowly removing his shirt to lay it across the chair. He wasn't wearing shoes or socks. Then he unfastened his trousers, sliding them slowly from his hips and revealing that he wasn't even wearing shorts. He lay them on the chair, too and then stood with hands on his hips and one eyebrow raised, contemplating his husband.
Harry's breathing and heart had sped up as Draco had stripped - the man never ceased to do that to him. "Something you want?" he asked, smiling crookedly.
Draco didn't say a word. Instead, he slowly and sensuously crawled across the bed toward the other man until he was kneeling beside him. His cock was hard before he even reached Harry, swaying underneath him as he crawled.
Harry's breath hitched as he reached one hand out and pressed it flat to the skin of Draco's chest, watching his face.
Draco sat on his feet, so that his cock was standing from the pale hair in his lap. His hands were resting on his thighs and his back was straight. His eyes looked almost silver with the desire shining in them. Harry's simple touch did what it always did, it made him tremble.
Harry trailed his hand down Draco's chest and stomach very slowly, eyes never leaving his face. He grasped Draco's cock and gave it a long, slow stroke biting his lip as he did.
Draco began panting, trying to hold still and passive under Harry's touch, eyes burning with his feelings. Harry had had to be more passive when he was pregnant, his body making it more difficult to play. Now that he was healed, Draco was curious to see what he would do.
Harry stroked Draco harder, but still slowly, his own cock hard in his trousers. His breathing sped up even more as he watched the flush of arousal creep across Draco's cheeks.
Draco's mouth opened slightly, a soft gasp escaping and he had to struggle to keep his eyes open.
Harry groaned quietly and very low in his throat, his trousers becoming uncomfortable. He reached his free hand out and passed it over the cloth, freeing his cock and groaning again. He sat up suddenly and slipped his tongue into Draco's open mouth, advancing upon him.
Draco's trembling increased with his anticipation. Harry's tongue entering him made his entire body react and he moaned around it.
Harry moaned as Draco did, wrapping one arm around his lower back and one across his shoulders, pulling him as close as he could. He pulled his mouth away but didn't break full contact with Draco's lips. Opening his eyes half-way, he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard."
"Please," Draco whispered, his cock twitching hard in approval.
Harry pushed Draco roughly down on his back, reaching for his legs and pushing them apart and then up to his chest, panting already.
Draco's heart was pounding at the fierce response. This was what he wanted - his lion claiming him. He held his legs where Harry had pushed them, looking up at him.
Harry gritted his teeth and advanced upon Draco again, biting at his bottom lip as he lubed his fingers and slipped one into Draco, growling with pleasure at the feel of that slick, tight heat.
Draco spread himself open, literally and magically, feeling Harry's power, and the growl made him so hard he thought he might come then.
Harry licked Draco's lips and mouth, slipping another finger inside him. "Whose are you?" he growled, unable to resist a cocky smirk.
"Yours, completely yours," Draco responded, his magic responding as well.
Harry rewarded that with a stroke to Draco's prostate, licking his lips again.
Draco's lips tingled where Harry licked them, opening more in response as he shuddered at those fingers inside him. He forced himself to open his eyes and look into those intense green ones. His husband's look made him groan even louder.
"Do you want me to fuck you Draco?" Harry asked, voice still dangerous and low. He emphasised the work fuck just a tad, his cock twitching.
"Please, please fuck me," Draco gasped. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Claim me."
"Mmm," Harry moaned, heat flooding his body. Within a quick moment, his fingers were removed and his cock was slick, pressing forward into Draco's entrance. He spread his own legs a bit to go deeper, eyes still focused on Draco's face.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed as he felt Harry's flesh entering him and the magic crackling up his spine. His eyes slid closed again, attention focused inward at the feelings inside him.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Fuck, yes," he said. "I fucking love how you take me, Draco." He thrust all the way in - hard.
"Yes, all of you," Draco agreed. "Want you everywhere inside." He arched into each thrust, feeling stretched and full and trembling with heat.
Harry allowed himself to let go, pounding into Draco. He closed his eyes and held onto the blanket on either side of Draco's shoulders, using it to gather momentum with each thrust.
"Yes, deep, so deep," Draco cried out, grunting with each hard thrust.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck. "Fuck, yes," he growled before he bit at Draco's skin.
Harry's teeth sent another shudder through Draco's body. "Yes, my lion," he gasped.
There was only so much Harry could take. His cock was throbbing inside Draco as he continued to pound into him, gasping, his teeth clenched.
"Claim me, fill me!" Draco gasped again, knowing he was close and wanting Harry's magic to bring him over the edge.
Harry thrust into Draco one last hard time, his eyes tightly shut. He let out a strangled cry, his knuckles white as he grasped the covers. He came then, filling Draco with his seed and panting harshly through his nose.
Draco groaned so loud he felt like it vibrated his bones as he came, Harry's magic and warmth flooding through him. He threw his legs around his husband's waist and his arms around his back, pulling him tight.
Harry groaned as the most intense part of his orgasm ended. He was still panting, pressed to Draco completely. He couldn't talk, not yet anyway. He still felt high.
Draco held Harry tight with every part of himself, not wanting to let go as he rode the waves of pleasure and floated in the aftermath. He felt he could stay this way forever and be happy. Just as he thought that, he felt a flare of magic nearby and chuckled deeply.
Harry smiled satedly and took a breath of Draco's skin, releasing the covers with his left hand and bringing it up to stroke Draco's hair.
"Valen's awake," Draco whispered into his lover's ear.
Harry snorted. "Won't let us forget him, will he?" he said with a small laugh.
"He has always liked it when we combine our magic," Draco said, chuckling. "He is a sensitive. I think it woke him."
"Oh," Harry said, raising himself up and pulling out of Draco gently. He crawled over to the side of the bed and smiled down into the cot.
Valentine was awake, green eyes bright, and his hands immediately reached up toward Harry.
Draco had collapsed, legs and arms falling back down as he lay in post-orgasmic bliss. He turned his head to watch his lover looking at their child.
Harry's smile grew as he did a Cleaning Charm on his hands before reaching down and picking Valen up, rubbing his nose against the baby's gently and making a silly face at him.
"That child is going to be as sex crazed as you are if he feels it every time we come," Draco laughed, reaching for a wand and doing a Cleaning Charm on himself.
Harry snorted. "You act like I'm the only sex crazed one around here," he teased.
Draco couldn't argue with that so he didn't. "Lay him on my chest," he suggested.
Harry nodded and moved on his knees over to Draco. He kissed Valen's hair before laying him gently on Draco's chest, smiling down at both of them.
Draco bent his neck, looking down at the small face near his. "So, my son, you really like the magic, don't you?" He smiled at him. "All that heat and sparkle is hard to resist, isn't it?"
Valen burbled at him.
Harry laughed delightedly. "Merlin, it's like he knows what you're saying," he said, rubbing Valen's back.
Draco cocked his head, still looking into Valen's face. "Well, he knows I am talking to him," Draco said. "And he knows who we are."
"Good," said Harry, smiling at the baby. "I like him to know who we are." He looked back at Draco. "Isn't it weird to think of him older? Calling us dad? We're dads." He sighed and shook his head in happy amazement. "It's so strange to have him here finally."
Draco glanced at Harry, laughing. "So does he call us both dad?" he asked.
"Well, he's certainly not going to call me mum," Harry said, laughing as well.
"But if he yells dad, how do we know which one of us he wants?" Draco asked, looking down at Valen curiously.
Harry snorted and shrugged. "Different tones?" he suggested jokingly.
Draco snorted, rolling his eyes. Valen's eyes blinked and he made a snort sound too.
Harry laughed again. "How about ... Daddy Harry and Daddy Draco? Although, I suppose that would be odd for when he's older ...."
"No stranger than having two fathers," Draco said. "Let alone one of them being Harry Potter."
Harry gave a shrug. "I guess that's what it could be then," he said. "But really, he can decide what he wants to call us. We could be completely off the mark."
"I am sure he will have his own ideas," Draco said, intently watching the boy's reactions to their conversation. He definitely liked the sound of their voices. "Harry, do something wandless from where you are," he said.
Harry smiled curiously and raised his hand, thinking of what he could do. He shrugged and simply shot golden sparks into the air.
Valen did a little shudder and struggled to turn his head to see. Draco laughed.
Harry grinned widely and moved so that he was in Valen's line of vision. He shot up red sparks this time, watching his little face.
Valen wiggled around on Draco's chest and Draco had to bring a hand up to keep the infant from rolling off him. Green eyes were wide as an owl's and Valen started burbling again.
"Brilliant," Harry said delightedly, smiling at Draco. "He's going to be powerful. Hogwarts better watch out." He chuckled.
"Hogwarts? We had better watch out," Draco laughed. "If he figures out wandless before he is old enough to use a wand, we are in a world of trouble."
"Merlin," Harry said, laughing. "I didn't, so maybe he won't ...." But as he stared down at Valen, it was almost as if there was a little warning in those green eyes. Harry raised his eyebrows and laughed again.
"I am glad we aren't the only ones keeping an eye on him," Draco said. "It may take the red horde to keep him in line."
Harry smiled, touching Valen's hair again. He couldn't keep his hands away from it, just like with Draco's. "Hey," he said to his husband. "I've been thinking. Should we name someone his godfather? Godmother? In case something happens to us ...."
"Certainly," Draco said, his fingers stroking the soft skin of his son's cheek.
"Well ... who should it be?" Harry asked, already having two people for the job in mind.
Draco gave Harry that look that said he knew he was being set up. He arched an eyebrow.
"What?" said Harry, grinning. He rolled his eyes. "You have to know who I want it to be," he said.
"Hermione and Ron," Draco said, rubbing his son's back and rolling his eyes.
Harry nodded. "Can you think of anyone better?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Draco tried really hard to do just that. Actually, he did have an idea. But how to talk to Harry about it was the problem.
Harry tapped his fingers on his knee, waiting for an answer.
"Bill and Fleur," Draco answered, watching Harry's reaction.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Bill and Fleur?" he asked. "Why them?"
Draco sighed. "First, they are older and already married," he said.
"Yeah, but - but I would feel odd asking them," Harry said, frowning a bit.
"Second, Fleur speaks French and has citizenship there," Draco said, and then paused. He knew that Harry would not like the last reason.
"So," said Harry with a snort. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"And third," Draco said, pausing again and looking down at his son, "they are both from long lines of pure-bloods."
Harry raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "So what," he said slowly. "Valen's not pure-blood. Fleur isn't even pure-blood."
Draco would have known Harry was angry even without the tone in his voice as his magic started to buzz. Valen started to cry. Draco huffed, taking both hands to hold the baby while he rolled over and sat up. He stood and got a bit of distance between them and Harry, making soothing noises to Valen.
Harry scowled and crossed his arms, still staring at Draco with narrowed eyes.
"Leakey," Draco called out, ignoring the fact that both he and Harry were still naked. The house-elf appeared moments later.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes before closing them and putting his head in his hands.
"Leakey," Draco said, "please ask Mrs Weasley to come to our parlour and take Valen for a bit."
Harry sighed heavily, preparing himself for an argument that he wished he wasn't about to have.
Draco set the baby in his cot and Valen promptly began to cry. The blond reached for his dressing gown and belted it before picking up the child again and trying to soothe him. "It's fine, Valen," he said. "Your daddies just need to talk."
Harry looked up again, frowning sadly at the crying child. He tried to push his anger aside just until Mrs Weasley came. He tried shooting sparks up again.
Draco held his tongue, a number of cutting remarks coming to mind. Valen just looked confused. Draco heard a pop in the other room and walked out of the bedroom. Mrs Weasley looked concerned, but he told her they just needed a break. She left through the door with the baby and Draco allowed himself a moment, head falling back.
Harry flopped onto the bed on his back, staring up at the canopy and shaking his head, eyes narrowed again.
Draco walked back into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. He stood looking down at his naked husband. Harry's belly still had Draco's dried come on it and the blond shook his head.
Harry raised his head a bit to look at Draco, rolled his eyes, and flopped back again.
Draco rested his arms above him on the canopy frame and waited.
Harry took an angry deep breath. "Draco," he began, voice dangerous. "There is nothing that gets me more pissed off than when you stand there and look at me like you are now. You're the one who said what you said. Please, do elaborate."
Draco shook his head, thinking how odd it was that Harry was starting to talk more like him. "First, a married couple would provide a more stable home, if he should need to be raised by someone besides ourselves," Draco said.
"I get that reason," Harry snapped.
Draco gritted his teeth at the sharp spike and walked away from Harry, leaning against a wall. "Second, I want my child to speak French. But more than that," he continued, trying to keep his voice even, "if something goes wrong, the French citizenship would provide refuge if they needed it."
"Okay," Harry said, drawing the word out angrily. "And the final reason?"
"He is the heir to the Malfoy heritage," Draco said, his voice taking on an edge, "a heritage that goes back centuries all the way to France. If I am not there to raise him, I want him to be prepared for that responsibility. Fleur has a better chance of doing that than any of our friends."
"What does that have to do with them being pure-blood?" Harry asked, sitting up now. "What responsibility? The money? Ron and Hermione can't teach him how to handle money? I'm not seeing the connection here."
"No you don't see it," Draco sneered, "and I don't know if you ever will!"
Harry glared, his face distorting in anger. "Valen's not pure-blood!" Harry said again. "I'm a half-blood! Looks like the Malfoy line has been tainted!"
"Merde'!" Draco cursed, jumping out of his chair and stalking out of the room. In the sitting room, he picked up a glass trinket and threw it as hard as he could into the fireplace.
"Fuck you!" Harry called after him, throwing himself back in the bed again and crossing his arms.