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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
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A/N: Hestia: thank you! I'm unsure whether I would go with mpreg for a sequel to this one, but I could do another fic with them older and have it hapen there. I'll see. :)

“Dad?”
“James?”
Draco paused just outside the door that led into the room that had belonged to Sirius Black in Grimmauld Place. Having spent the past few minutes traipsing through the house in search of Harry – he hadn’t before realised just how large it was, as they had only been using a portion of it until then – he found himself quite glad to have finally located him. He knew for a fact that Lily, Scorpius and Albus were spread out through various other rooms of the house, as he had discovered each of them on his search for Harry. What he hadn’t expected was to find Harry in the same room as James, who was supposed to be starting his punishment, just as the rest of their children already were.
These past two days had been some of the strangest – and most frustrating – of Draco's life. Spending the early part of the morning in discussion with Harry had left Draco feeling a little raw and exposed, but it had been the children that had really done a number on him. It had been a little jarring when Draco had come to the realisation that Harry had apparently been right: it really did seem that he and Astoria had raised Scorpius in a manner that was very different to how Harry and Ginevra had raised James, Al and Lily. As such, Scorpius had very different ideas of what his punishment was going to be to what Harry’s kids did. This was one of the things that Draco knew he, Harry and Astoria needed to have a proper discussion about sometime in the near future, but it seemed to him that they had come to a nice compromise that morning: each of the children had been assigned a particular set of rooms in Grimmauld Place that they were to clean without the aid of magical cleaning products. None of the children were happy about this, as it differed at least slightly to how they were used to being punished, but it seemed to Draco that it was only fair, as Grimmauld had been the focus of what had gotten them into so much strife in the first place. What appeared to be slightly unfair, however, was that Harry seemed to be up here helping James. Draco nearly jumped when James’ voice floated out of the open door towards him again.
“You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Yes, I am.” There was a touch of amusement to Harry’s voice that caused Draco to smile, although he didn’t know why.
“Aren’t you nervous? It’s just, you really don’t seem to be.”
There was a slight pause in which Draco held his breath. He didn’t know whether Harry would answer James if he knew they had an audience.
“Jamie, I haven’t been surer about anything else I have done in years than I have been about this wedding. I know Draco and I haven’t done things the normal, regular way like we probably should have, but… I can’t doubt him. After everything we’ve been through together during our relationship, it shouldn’t have lasted. We should have combusted long before now, but we haven’t. That, to me, is a huge indicator that this is something that will last; that it’s true.”
Something strange swirled through Draco's stomach at the assured tone to Harry’s voice. Slowly backing away, he put enough distance between himself and the doorway to the room so that he couldn’t hear what Harry was saying to James any longer. If he was to be truly honest with himself, then Draco knew that he had known what Harry’s response would be before he had even given it. There could be no denying Harry’s loyalty to him, but to hear it spoken so openly and frankly like that without Harry even knowing that Draco could hear him…
Draco was unable to prevent the wide smile that spread across his face. His first instinct was, of course, to go straight to Harry and demonstrate exactly what he was feeling. The thought of pushing the emotions to the back of his mind and rebuilding his shields never once occurred to him, for once. With the warmth of Harry’s words spreading through him, he set off towards the room again, making much more noise than he usually would to let them know they were no longer alone.
“Harry?”
The murmur of voices stopped briefly after Draco spoke, but he continued on. It wasn’t until he reached the doorway that Harry responded.
“In here. I was helping Jamie move some furniture so he could clean beneath it.”
Harry’s expression changed from caution to confusion the second he glanced up into Draco's eyes. Unable to help himself, Draco continued to smile at him even as Harry seemed to become more and more confused.
“Draco?”
Instead of responding to Harry, Draco turned to face James. “Do you mind if I borrow your Dad for a while, Jamie?”
James’ face seemed to echo the confusion on Harry’s for a few seconds before he replied. “Er, yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”
With a last glance to James, Harry followed Draco out of the room, his confusion only seeming to increase when Draco grabbed hold of his wrist. “Draco, what…?”
Tugging gently on Harry’s wrist, Draco pulled him towards the room they had caught the boys in the previous day. They hadn’t bothered cleaning any of the gunk from the walls or floor of the room that had been blown out from the protection charms, but that wasn’t what Draco wanted to focus on. And neither was the still untouched chamber in which Regulus had hidden whatever it was he wanted the boys to find. He waited until Harry had stepped into the room before flicking his wand to close and lock the door behind them.
“Draco, I – mmmph!”
Harry’s words were cut off the second he began to speak as Draco stepped forward and pressed their bodies together. Pushing Harry backwards until his back hit the door, Draco was determined that he wasn’t going allow him to speak again. The second Harry hit the door, Draco pounced. Wrapping his arms securely around Harry’s waist, he pulled them as close together as he could manage before sealing their mouths together in a harsh kiss.
There was nothing gentle or graceful about this kiss, fuelled as it was by the warmth of Harry’s previous words and Draco's own need of him. It took a few seconds for Harry to begin to respond, but when he did, it was with the same fervour that Draco had begun it all with. His arms slid up and around Draco's shoulders, one hand coming to rest between his shoulder blades and the other to tangle in his hair. This is what Draco had been craving since that morning: having Harry in his arms, warm, pliable, and willing to do whatever he asked.
Draco shifted his stance a little, causing Harry to moan into his mouth. The move caused their hips to slide together, giving Draco the perfect image of just what his actions were doing to Harry. Unfortunately, it also caused Harry’s glasses to press painfully into Draco's cheekbone. He let out a frustrated noise before breaking the kiss to rip them from Harry’s face and toss them onto whatever piece of furniture was standing next to them. Harry blinked at him for a few seconds, his eyes unfocussed with what Draco could clearly tell was desire. Their breath mingled for a few seconds, coming in harsh pants, before Draco couldn’t resist any longer. Drawing Harry back into another kiss earned him a low chuckle, almost as though Harry had known that they weren’t done with this just yet.
This time, however, Harry seemed to be a little more in control of himself. His hands began to wander almost the second their lips reconnected. It was slow at first – just the movement of the hand in Draco's hair down to his back – but Harry soon seemed to become a little bolder. Massaging his fingers into Draco's muscles, his hands moved confidently downwards, hitting certain of Draco's hotspots on the way. Shifting closer still, Draco allowed his mind to wander. This unrelenting need he had of Harry hadn’t been dimmed one tiny bit by the fights they had had, or by his own stupid doubts and insecurities. Everything he felt was just as strong now as it had been when they had first begun sleeping together. It was fuelled by different emotions, sure, but they were no less potent. He still wanted Harry with a force that he could hardly believe. He wanted… Draco let out a deep groan of his own when Harry’s hands reached his arse and squeezed. He wanted… In that moment, Draco knew exactly what he wanted. With Harry’s hands on his arse and the evidence of Harry’s desire for him pressing into his hip, Draco figured that there could only be one thing that he wanted: he wanted to be fucked. Wanted it with every fibre of his being, if the tingling of his skin and nerve endings was any indication.
“Draco,” Harry groaned when he finally broke the kiss.
“I want you.”
“We can’t.”
“I know.”
“Not here.”
“I know.”
“Not now.”
“I know.”
Harry paused, seeming to be catching his breath a little. “I want you, too.”
“I know.” Draco shifted his hips slightly, causing Harry’s breath to hitch. He grinned. “I can tell.”
“What–” Harry’s voice cracked, causing Draco's grin to widen into a true smile. “What brought this on? I haven’t seen you this open in a while.”
Draco had to resist the urge to shrug; a bad habit he had no doubt picked up from Harry. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s been a few days.”
“Fine. But it seems like a lot longer than that.”
This frank statement was met with another low chuckle from Harry. The sound vibrated through Draco's chest, sending shivers down his spine and telling him that he needed to take a few steps back; needed some breathing room. Disentangling himself from Harry’s embrace, he almost slipped on some of the muck still left over from the protection charms.
“Come on. I need distracting.”
Moving so he was standing right at the edge of the chamber the boys had opened the day before, Draco cast all kinds of cleaning and scouring charms at the floor in an attempt to clean it a little. He huffed out a frustrated breath when none of them worked.
“If those charms didn’t work on the boys themselves, then why would they work on the floor?”
“Shut-up, Potter.”
“You need to actually clean it.”
Draco rolled his eyes before pointing his wand at a spot at the edge of the mess. “Aguamenti.”
He wasn’t expecting it to work. In fact, Draco was much more expecting it to just annoy Harry, rather than to have any effect on the black mess that had covered each of their boys the day before. So it was with no small amount of shock that he realised that the rush of water he had sent at the spot had shifted some of it. It took a little while before Draco was able to find just the right amount of power to put into the spell, but with Harry following behind him with a harsh scouring charm, they managed to get most of the worst of the black mess off the floor. Once the floor was clean enough for Draco to be willing to kneel down on it, he turned back to Harry.
“Well?” He could see the sudden jolt of nerves on Harry’s face as clear as if he had spoken the feeling aloud. “Do you want me to?”
“I – er…” Harry paused long enough to raise his glasses up to his forehead – Draco figured he must have grabbed them when he had his back turned – and to scrub his hands against his eyes. “I don’t know. I have no idea whether I even want to know what’s in there or not.”
“We could leave it for after the wedding if you want.”
Watching Harry as he was, Draco would have had difficulty missing the moment he seemed to come to a decision. Removing his hands from his eyes, he straightened his shoulders and looked Draco in the eyes.
“No. I think this is something we need to do before the wedding.” The resolve Draco could see in Harry’s eyes sent a wave of sympathy through him and he went to reach for him just before Harry spoke again, in a much quieter voice. “I want to put all of this shit behind us.”
Finding that he completely agreed with that sentiment, Draco grasped Harry’s wrist again, although this time it wasn’t about moving or directing him, but more a gesture of comfort. When Harry smiled at him in return, he knew it had been the right move. Stepping aside so Harry could have access to the hole in the floor, Draco took a steadying breath. He had expected to feel nervous when they decided to discover what the boys – and Regulus – had gone to all this trouble for. What he hadn’t expected was the rush of excitement that jolted through him. His fingers flexed in Harry’s hand as they knelt down before the hole. Harry reached in without hesitation.
“…Draco?”
“Yeah?”
“I need my other hand back.”
“Oh.” Draco frowned down at where he had Harry’s hand clenched in his own. “Sorry.”
The very first thing Harry managed to pull out of the chamber was what appeared to be a sheaf of papers. Draco had no idea what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t been that and he felt the bubble of excitement in his chest deflate a little. Harry placed the papers aside and reached in again, this time coming up with a small box.
“That’s it.”
Draco blinked. “What?”
“These papers and this box are all that’s in there.”
“You’re shitting me.”
Ignoring Harry’s amused-sounding huff of breath, Draco pushed him aside and leant over the hole in the floor. Sure enough, the only things left in there were thirty years of dust bunnies, some scraps of what was apparently bits of rubbish that had managed to make its way into the chamber over the years and even more of the black residue.
“Draco?”
Draco huffed out a frustrated breath. Grabbing his wand, he cast a few revealing charms into the chamber. When none of them revealed anything, he reached in himself and felt around, making sure Harry hadn’t missed anything.
“Draco?”
“This can’t be all! Who hides a few papers and a bloody box for thirty years?”
“Maybe the man who managed to get his hands on the entire history of the Black family?”
Draco froze. “Excuse me?”
“Look.”
It turned out that the sheaf of papers was actually a loosely bound book, of sorts. Draco turned so he was facing Harry on the floor and watched as he flipped slowly through the pages. Pages and pages of scratchy handwriting flicked past his eyes as Harry flipped through the book and Draco managed to catch a few words here and there. Names such as Araminta Meliflua, Alphard Black, Elladora Black and Lysandra Yaxley all caught Draco's eye as they flicked by. They were all names that he recognised as being from his Mother’s side of the family, having been well-versed in them as a child.
“Harry?”
“It’s the history of your family, Draco.”
Harry’s eyes were wide and brimming with what Draco could only term a boyish joy. He offered up a small smile in return.
“May I?”
“Of course!”
Harry readily handed the book over. The paper – not parchment, Draco noted – was delicate and Draco automatically cast a protection charm over it, just in case. Flicking through the pages, he realised just why Regulus would have thought that the current owner of Grimmauld Place would want to get their hands on this document. Of course, he figured, Regulus would have assumed that the current owner of Grimmauld Place was a member of the Black family. Not that that made even the tiniest bit of difference to the importance of this find to Draco. He knew that Harry would look after the papers just as he was going to look after the house now that it was back in use.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?” Draco glanced up to see that Harry had opened the small box that he had also pulled out of the chamber. “What is that?”
“Take a look.”
Placing the papers down carefully, Draco took the box from Harry’s outstretched hand. It wasn’t very large – just big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, in fact – and it was covered in a soft black satin that ran smoothly beneath Draco's fingers even after all these years. The Black family crest was emblazoned on the top of the lid along with the family motto: Toujours pur. Inside, the box was lined with a cream-coloured velvet, on top of which sat several pieces of jewellery. Draco ran his fingers reverently over the shiny silver of the pieces, feeling them shimmer with power beneath them.
“Harry?”
“I ran some tests while you were looking at the book. It seems they all have some form of protection charm placed on them.”
Draco hadn’t removed his eyes from the silver – which he now suspected to be either white gold or platinum – pieces. The necklace, which had caught his eye first, was a simple chain, with the Black family crest dangling as a charm off it. Two cufflinks, also emblazoned with the family crest, nestled just above the necklace in the box, with a matching men’s and women’s ring set to complete the set. They were, in a word, beautiful.
“Draco?”
Unable to tear his eyes away from the jewellery sitting in his lap, Draco shook his head. “I didn’t expect this.”
Draco had never really known all that much about the Black side of his family heritage. His Mother, of course, still held to the traditional Black values in most things, but until his Aunt Bellatrix arrived back in his life when he had been a teenager, Draco had never known another member of his Mother’s family. Of course, now he had his Aunt Andromeda and Teddy, but he hadn’t begun to get to know them until Harry had come into his life again. This, however, this was something real; something that truly belonged to a true Black family member. This was a connection to his family that Draco had never thought he would have. It was a little overwhelming to think of.
“Hey.” Draco heard the scrape of fabric on the wooden floor just before Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Draco? You alright?”
Draco automatically leant into the touch. The move caused Harry’s hand to slide down the side of his face so his fingers could brush lightly against Draco's cheekbone in the gesture of comfort that always had Draco's insides shivering with need. This time, however, it was truly comfort that Draco took from it. He closed his eyes as he was assaulted by a range of emotions so strong that he didn’t have a hope of distinguishing between them.
“I’m good.” He nodded, although he kept his eyes closed. “I’m good.”
“Dray.”
The sound of Harry’s jeans scraping on the floor reached Draco's ears just before Harry’s other hand came up to the opposite side of Draco's face. Harry put a light pressure on Draco's chin with his fingers, tilting his head upwards from his lap. When Draco's eyes fluttered open again, it was to find Harry watching him with an adoration in his eyes that caused Draco to give him what felt like a slightly watery smile. Harry opened his mouth, seemingly in preparation of saying something, but instead, just shook his head. Leaning in, he sealed their lips together in a rather chaste kiss.
“I love seeing you without those Occlumency shields of yours up. Especially when you look so happy.”
Draco's smile widened. He knew that Harry was the cause of a lot of his happiness these days, but there was no way he was going to say something that sappy to him directly.
“I love you.”
Harry’s responding smile could have lit up the entire house if it had any power behind it. “I know.”
“Dad?”
Draco had never thought he would be disappointed to hear his own son’s voice. Shaking his head, he straightened up.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Scorp.” Drawing back away from Harry, Draco sighed. “What do you want to do with these?”
Harry’s responding frown looked both confused and conflicted. “I, er… How do you feel about taking them back to a safe place in the Manor until tonight? We can decide what to do with them when we get back.”
We. Draco was unable to control the smile that stretched across his face. Nodding, he stood up from his kneeling position, wincing as his knees cracked again. Harry’s soft chuckle in response had Draco reaching out to swat him on the arm, which only increased Harry’s mirth. Draco was grinning like an idiot when he finally made it out to the hallway where Scorpius was waiting for him.
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