Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Flying High
Chapter Number/Total: 51/52
Chapter Title: Flying High
Words: 3345 Words
July of that year was a hard month to get through. After much of the celebration ended and things settled down, reality began to set in quickly. There were many, many funerals and it was not easy to see so many brave people, people that were very good friends, be put into the ground for war.
The trials were next. Dozens of trials for the Death Eaters and others working alongside Lord Voldemort, many of which required Harry and Draco's presence. Mostly all of them were sent for lifetime sentences in Azkaban, which was being rebuilt to include maximum security cells, wards, and guards. The prisoners were being held by nearly all of the Ministry's Aurors day and night until the work was finished. It had been decided, and Harry rather agreed, that the Dementors were highly unreliable and they were never being brought back.
Even the dozens of awards ceremonies had started to get tiring. Everyone who had been present at Voldemort's death had been awarded Order of Merlin, first class, and Harry was even put on a Chocolate Frog card, no matter how much he said he didn't want it. Professor McGonagall, who was very short on teachers after the battle, had called upon Remus to come back for the Defence job, and he'd accepted. It seemed that being a war hero had given him quite a bit more credibility. There would always be the ones who protested a werewolf teaching, but that was a given. Arrangements had even been made so that Sirius would be able to stay at the school with him to "help him during the full moon." Or at least, that was the reason that had been given. And as for Sirius himself, the fact that he was alive again had caused a great deal of news, and very intensive studies on death. Of course, he hadn't even yet had his name cleared of the Potters' murders, but was going though the processes of that. It was a shame that he had to go through any processes at all. He was the only one who had not been awarded yet, despite the fact that he had nearly given his life. Draco's lawyer was helping with that mess.
Harry and Draco also had to deal with getting hundreds of letters a day, even from nations across the planet. Reporters showed up anywhere the couple were going to be and demanded not only to hear the story of the final battle, but they wanted to know everything about their son. How was he born? Who carried him? How did the magic work? Was there any way to help other same sex couples have children? Questions about anything imaginable. And, of course, not everyone was so very wonderful about it, going along the lines of what Voldemort had said about Valen being a magical abomination. Of course, Harry had known not everyone would be pleased. There were still people who didn't approve of his and Draco's relationship at all, and it was stressful to get Howlers screaming about it. But that was reality. Not even saving the world could make everyone accepting.
In short, they needed that holiday in France. Very badly, by the time July was ending. Fleur had helped arrange everything rather excitedly and Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione were very ready to get the hell out of England for a while, even if it wasn't to go very far.
They were going to France the Muggle way, since they couldn't Floo, as it was too far, and they couldn't take a Portkey because of the baby. They arrived at the airport by Floo, where there was a wizarding section, much like that of King's Cross station. There were many people, Muggle and wizard wear mixed throughout the crowd. There were men and women coming through a wall also like at King's Cross, apparently passing though from the wizarding world into the Muggle world and vice versa. There were people standing around, clutching what Harry figured were Portkeys, when he saw a whole crowd of them disappear as a small bell went off.
"Ze flight booth iz over 'ere," Fleur said, having accompanied them to help them on their flight. She led them over to stand in a line of confused or impatient-looking witches and wizards, holding the hands of their children and their luggage, or their arms laden with babies, like Draco's were.
"Merlin, what a mess," Draco complained, holding Valen close. The baby seemed to agree as he was fussing more than usual.
Harry sighed and shrugged. Nearly everything Muggle was an inconvenient mess.
Ron seemed very excited to be going on a Muggle flight and was disappointed that they hadn't yet ventured on to the Muggle side.
"How long do we have to wait in this line?" Harry asked Fleur.
"I do not know," she said. "I suppose eet depends on what ze people een line are needing."
"We have first class passage, why should we have to wait at all?" Draco snapped.
Harry shrugged again, ignoring the tone. "Maybe we don't," he said. He stepped out from the queue and made his way to the front, and he would have never done so if his squirming child wasn't surrounded by a bunch of sniffling other children, and if he wasn't afraid they were going to get mobbed if someone noticed who they were. Harry had a hat on and sunglasses and the man in front of them in line still kept throwing him glances.
"Hello," he said to the wizard in the booth, making the woman he was talking to mutter indignantly and give Harry a filthy look.
"Sir," the bored-sounding man said, "you need to stay in the queue."
Harry pulled his glasses down a bit to rest on the end of his nose as he scratched his forehead, effectively showing his scar and eyes. "I was just wondering if you had someone I could talk to to speed things up for me. I'm taking a first-class flight to France and my child is getting fussy. Is it possible for me to speak with anyone about getting on the aeroplane quickly?"
The man's eyes widened comically and he no longer looked bored. "Mr Potter?" he asked in an awed voice.
Harry quickly threw a glance around him to see that the woman who had given him a nasty look's eyes were widened as well, and she was muttering into her husband's ear.
"Yes," he said quietly to the man in the booth. "But can you keep it down? I really want to just get out of here and not cause a scene."
"Sorry, sir," the man said, and reached his hand out. "Do you have your party's tickets?"
"Yes. Just let me run back and get them real quick," Harry said, and he fixed his glasses and turned. He reached Draco and shoved his hand into the blond's front trouser pocket. "I think I'm getting us out of here," he said as he counted the tickets quickly.
Draco literally squeaked when his husband put a hand in his trousers. Valen gurgled and seemed pleased. "Good," the older blond said in a slightly higher-than-normal voice.
Harry smirked and let out a small snort at Draco's reaction. He made his way back up to the booth and handed the man his tickets.
The man took the tickets and nodded. "It's a pleasure to have you with us, sir," he said. Then he motioned for a woman to come over and bent to talk to her. Harry could see her eyes widen as well and she flushed as she looked up. She stepped forward. "Sir," she said, "let me escort you and your party to the plane."
"Thank you," Harry said happily before apologising to the couple whom he had cut in front of. He gestured for the others to come forward.
"That's okay, Harry," the woman he had cut in front of said enthusiastically.
Draco stepped out of line with the others following him. He wasn't at all perturbed by the disgruntled looks of other passengers. As far as he was concerned, they had earned it.
Harry held back a laugh at Draco's haughtiness and was amused to see Ron acting like a very important person as they were led along.
Men came and took their luggage and Harry lightly took Draco's hand, knowing he was a bit nervous. He himself had never been on a plane in his life either.
They were led even further until they had to pass through the wall and on to the Muggle side, where everything seemed ten times as busy and crowded. The witch dropped them off at their quiet boarding area after whispering into another woman's ear and flushing slightly again as she looked at Harry.
Harry found it a little disconcerting.
"Finally," Draco said, but when they stepped outside and were led to the stairs to enter the plane, his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious," he muttered.
"What?" Harry said, watching Ron stare at the machine with huge eyes.
"You want me to trust the safety of our child, let alone us, to a flying metal bird?" Draco asked, attempting to make his voice a sneer, but it came out as more of a squeak.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand. "It'll be fine," he assured him.
"It really will be," said Hermione. "Aeroplanes hardly ever crash, and it isn't like we can't Apparate if it starts to."
"Hardly ever?!" Draco stopped dead in his tracks, with Ron running into him from behind.
Ron squawked indignantly and gave Draco a small push for stopping.
Harry sighed and shook his head at Hermione. "It'll be fine, love," he said. "If we don't get on, they're going to leave without us. And I, for one, could really use that holiday."
"How does it fly?" Draco asked. "What spells do they use?"
"It's Muggle, Draco," Harry said. "They don't use spells. It's a machine and it runs on fuel."
"If that was meant to calm me, you've gone mental!" Draco snapped. Valen shrieked and he winced.
"Draco," Harry said in a reasonable tone, stopping again to face his husband so he could cup his cheeks with his hands. "We are not going to die flying to France, okay? We will be perfectly fine."
Draco narrowed his eyes, scowling. Then he blushed, realising how foolish he sounded. "Promise?" he asked, smiling.
Harry smiled back and kissed Draco gently. "Yes," he said quietly.
Draco leaned forward and whispered in his husband’s ear, "Can we have sex while flying?"
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Well," he said quietly with a smirk, "I'm sure there's a lavatory."
"Can we go?" Ron asked impatiently, staring at the steps leading onto the plane.
"Lead on, my lion," Draco said, smirking.
Harry chuckled lowly and made his way up the stairs into the small private jet, the rest following him.
They took their seats, strapping Valen into something that Draco thought looked like a torture device, and which their son wasn't too happy with. He howled through takeoff and Draco wished he could too.
Ron's eyes were very wide as they rumbled down the runway, and he didn't seem so excited as he turned a sick green-looking colour. He gripped his seat very hard with white knuckles.
Hermione crossed her legs and pulled out a magazine and Harry couldn't decide if he was nervous because the plane was taking off and shaking, or if it was because Valen was screaming. Ron was looking like he was going to vomit and Draco looked nearly as bad as their son.
Harry's ears popped and finally the rumbling stopped when they were in the air and flying smoothly.
"I don't like this very much," Ron said shakily. Hermione patted his leg.
"There has got to be a spell to stop the pain in our ears!" Draco shouted over Valen's howls, his hands over his own ears as well.
Harry tried to hush the baby, pulling out his magical ball and shaking it in his face. "Try swallowing," he told Draco.
"And if that doesn't work, I have some gum," said Hermione, reaching in her purse and pulling some out. "That helps sometimes."
Draco swallowed, frowning when nothing happened. He tried sticking his finger in his ear and wiggling it. Then reached for the offered gum.
Harry continued wiggling the ball, trying to get Valen to stop crying.
Ron was still clutching the armrests, and wouldn't look out the window, even though he'd flown on a broom hundreds of times.
Draco groaned in relief when his ears finally popped. "Harry?" he said. "Use magic for Valen."
Not really having thought of that, Harry shrugged and gently pressed his hands to Valen's ears, feeling the small tingle of his own magic.
Valen squeaked and then burbled happily at Harry, looking profoundly grateful, sentiments Draco could agree with since it meant the screeching stopped.
"You are amazing, Harry," Hermione said. "I've never seen anyone use magic like that."
Harry smiled a bit and kissed Valen's forehead. He looked up at Hermione and gave yet another shrug, his lips quirked upwards a bit.
Draco looked at his husband and arched an eyebrow.
Harry looked at Draco and gave him a smirk and a slightly questioning look.
To which Draco raised both eyebrows and then unbuckled himself, heading toward the back of the plane.
Harry watched him go, eyes on his arse. He slowly looked back at Hermione, who was shaking her head.
"Fine, I'll watch him," she said with a sigh. "But use a Silencing Charm, yes?"
Harry grinned and flushed just a tad. "Who says we're going to do that?" he said, unbuckling himself and following Draco.
Draco found the lavatory and stepped inside, but didn't lock it.
Harry found it very soon after, opening the door and then closing it behind him. He stepped close to Draco and grasped his belt. "Need help?" he asked huskily, ghosting his lips against the blond's.
"Sure. Want to hold it for me?" Draco laughed, reaching over and locking the door.
Harry laughed too. "Yeah, but I hope what comes out isn't piss," he said.
Draco scrunched up his face and shook his head. "You are an odd one, Harry," he said. "So, what did you have in mind?"
Harry laughed again. "Well, first," he said, "according to Hermione, we need a Silencing Charm." He did a quick one. "Though if we go by the past, I'm not sure how much of a difference that will make."
"Not much." Draco smirked, hands on his hips.
Harry half smiled, half smirked, raising his eyebrows at Draco before he dropped to his knees in front of him. "This?" he said, grasping Draco's belt again. "Or something more?"
Draco smiled. "It's a good start."
Harry snorted a bit. "Well, that's good to know," he said, undoing the belt and then working on the trousers.
Draco lay his hand on Harry's head and gripped the edge of the sink with his silver hand.
Harry smirked up at Draco and slowly tugged his trousers down with his shorts. Then he teasingly kissed Draco's thigh and gave it a little tongue.
"This thing will land before we are done," Draco observed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Do you really think that's the way to get my mouth on you, love?" he said.
Draco rolled his eyes, twisting fingers in Harry's hair. "Suck my cock, Potter," he sneered.
"Oh, so romantic," Harry teased with a smirk and a quick lick to Draco's shaft.
"Oh, but you like it when I talk dirty," Draco reminded him. "You like being on your knees for the notorious Draco Malfoy."
Harry's cock twitched in his jeans and he smirked again and licked his lips. "So, why don't you talk dirty to me then?" he said, raising himself up a bit more and grasping the base of Draco's cock with his right hand.
"Yes, hero," Draco sneered. "I want you to wrap those lips around my cock and suck me, while I fuck your mouth until I come."
Harry couldn't help the small gasp that escaped him. He licked his lips again and then moved forward, taking the head of Draco's cock into his mouth.
Draco moaned, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep them open to watch.
Harry did close his eyes, swirling his tongue over and around, taking a bit more inside. He wondered if there was anything better than this some days.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco whispered. "Your mouth was made for this, for sucking me."
Harry moaned in agreement, resisting pressing his hand to his own cock by grasping Draco's arse.
"Fuck, yes," Draco said, pulling his husband's hair harder.
Harry moaned again and bobbed his head, taking Draco slowly in and out, tasting him.
"Changed my mind," Draco said, voice husky as he yanked on Harry's hair. "Stand up and hold the wall," he said.
Harry sucked Draco hard as he pulled his mouth off of him. "Gonna fuck me?" he asked, staring up at him.
Draco almost forgot to breathe for a moment as he looked down into those emerald eyes. He swallowed. "Yes, Potter," he whispered.
"Good," Harry said, getting quickly to his feet in the small room and standing with his front to the wall, looking over his shoulder.
Draco reached around his lover's waist, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his trousers. Then he pulled both his trousers and shorts down to his knees.
Harry bit his lip and pressed his arse back into Draco's groin, rubbing against him, his cock pulsing.
"Prepare yourself," Draco told him, leaning forward with his face against Harry's ear.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, slicking his fingers and reaching behind himself to press them into his own entrance.
"Yes," Draco hissed. "Use your power to make yourself ready for me so I can fuck your beautiful arse."
Harry felt light-headed with arousal as he stretched himself out and listened to Draco's voice and breathing in his ear.
"Are you ready for me? For my cock?" Draco asked.
"Yeah," Harry moaned, pulling his fingers out and blindly finding Draco's cock to stroke it with his lubed hand.
"Now," Draco said, pressing his hips forward.
"Now," Harry agreed, releasing Draco.
Draco wrapped his fingers around his lover's hips and pressed into him, feeling that delicious heat surround his cock.
Harry cried out, throwing his head back and reaching to dig fingers into Draco's hair.
Draco slid into him, and held there for a minute, kissing the side of Harry's face. "Oh, but you feel so good," he whispered. "I would go anywhere with you, just to be able to have you like this."
Harry let out a breathless laugh. "As if you need to follow me anywhere to have me," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco pulled back slowly and then pushed in quickly, grunting at the feeling.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, arching his back slightly.
"Oh, yes, fucking you," Draco whispered, nibbling on the side of Harry's neck as he began to set a rhythm with his thrusts.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth and moved with Draco, bringing the hand in the blond hair down to grasp Draco's hip.
"I finally get to fuck and fly at the same time," Draco said with a smirk, biting Harry's neck and licking it.
Harry moaned and tilted his head. "See? It's not so - fuck - bad."
"Fucking great," Draco said, eyes closed, his entire focus on the feel of his cock sliding into Harry. He pressed his hands into Harry's flesh, magic swirling around them.
Harry moaned again, panting, and sweating, and breathing Draco's name over and over.
"Yes, my love," Draco whispered, losing himself in his love for Harry. "Inside you," he said, and drove forward, pressing them both against the wall as he came.
Harry reached his hand down and finished himself off quickly, groaning Draco's name again as he spilled his seed, going slightly weak in the knees.
Draco's hands and body held Harry between him and the wall, face pressed into his neck, panting and shuddering as the heat of his lover's orgasm and magic swept through him.
Harry took several moments to catch his breath, still against the wall. "God, your fucking cock is so good," he said after a while, smiling goofily.
Draco chuckled against his lover's neck, licking him. "How long is this flight?" he whispered.
Chapter Title: Flying High
Words: 3345 Words
July of that year was a hard month to get through. After much of the celebration ended and things settled down, reality began to set in quickly. There were many, many funerals and it was not easy to see so many brave people, people that were very good friends, be put into the ground for war.
The trials were next. Dozens of trials for the Death Eaters and others working alongside Lord Voldemort, many of which required Harry and Draco's presence. Mostly all of them were sent for lifetime sentences in Azkaban, which was being rebuilt to include maximum security cells, wards, and guards. The prisoners were being held by nearly all of the Ministry's Aurors day and night until the work was finished. It had been decided, and Harry rather agreed, that the Dementors were highly unreliable and they were never being brought back.
Even the dozens of awards ceremonies had started to get tiring. Everyone who had been present at Voldemort's death had been awarded Order of Merlin, first class, and Harry was even put on a Chocolate Frog card, no matter how much he said he didn't want it. Professor McGonagall, who was very short on teachers after the battle, had called upon Remus to come back for the Defence job, and he'd accepted. It seemed that being a war hero had given him quite a bit more credibility. There would always be the ones who protested a werewolf teaching, but that was a given. Arrangements had even been made so that Sirius would be able to stay at the school with him to "help him during the full moon." Or at least, that was the reason that had been given. And as for Sirius himself, the fact that he was alive again had caused a great deal of news, and very intensive studies on death. Of course, he hadn't even yet had his name cleared of the Potters' murders, but was going though the processes of that. It was a shame that he had to go through any processes at all. He was the only one who had not been awarded yet, despite the fact that he had nearly given his life. Draco's lawyer was helping with that mess.
Harry and Draco also had to deal with getting hundreds of letters a day, even from nations across the planet. Reporters showed up anywhere the couple were going to be and demanded not only to hear the story of the final battle, but they wanted to know everything about their son. How was he born? Who carried him? How did the magic work? Was there any way to help other same sex couples have children? Questions about anything imaginable. And, of course, not everyone was so very wonderful about it, going along the lines of what Voldemort had said about Valen being a magical abomination. Of course, Harry had known not everyone would be pleased. There were still people who didn't approve of his and Draco's relationship at all, and it was stressful to get Howlers screaming about it. But that was reality. Not even saving the world could make everyone accepting.
In short, they needed that holiday in France. Very badly, by the time July was ending. Fleur had helped arrange everything rather excitedly and Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione were very ready to get the hell out of England for a while, even if it wasn't to go very far.
They were going to France the Muggle way, since they couldn't Floo, as it was too far, and they couldn't take a Portkey because of the baby. They arrived at the airport by Floo, where there was a wizarding section, much like that of King's Cross station. There were many people, Muggle and wizard wear mixed throughout the crowd. There were men and women coming through a wall also like at King's Cross, apparently passing though from the wizarding world into the Muggle world and vice versa. There were people standing around, clutching what Harry figured were Portkeys, when he saw a whole crowd of them disappear as a small bell went off.
"Ze flight booth iz over 'ere," Fleur said, having accompanied them to help them on their flight. She led them over to stand in a line of confused or impatient-looking witches and wizards, holding the hands of their children and their luggage, or their arms laden with babies, like Draco's were.
"Merlin, what a mess," Draco complained, holding Valen close. The baby seemed to agree as he was fussing more than usual.
Harry sighed and shrugged. Nearly everything Muggle was an inconvenient mess.
Ron seemed very excited to be going on a Muggle flight and was disappointed that they hadn't yet ventured on to the Muggle side.
"How long do we have to wait in this line?" Harry asked Fleur.
"I do not know," she said. "I suppose eet depends on what ze people een line are needing."
"We have first class passage, why should we have to wait at all?" Draco snapped.
Harry shrugged again, ignoring the tone. "Maybe we don't," he said. He stepped out from the queue and made his way to the front, and he would have never done so if his squirming child wasn't surrounded by a bunch of sniffling other children, and if he wasn't afraid they were going to get mobbed if someone noticed who they were. Harry had a hat on and sunglasses and the man in front of them in line still kept throwing him glances.
"Hello," he said to the wizard in the booth, making the woman he was talking to mutter indignantly and give Harry a filthy look.
"Sir," the bored-sounding man said, "you need to stay in the queue."
Harry pulled his glasses down a bit to rest on the end of his nose as he scratched his forehead, effectively showing his scar and eyes. "I was just wondering if you had someone I could talk to to speed things up for me. I'm taking a first-class flight to France and my child is getting fussy. Is it possible for me to speak with anyone about getting on the aeroplane quickly?"
The man's eyes widened comically and he no longer looked bored. "Mr Potter?" he asked in an awed voice.
Harry quickly threw a glance around him to see that the woman who had given him a nasty look's eyes were widened as well, and she was muttering into her husband's ear.
"Yes," he said quietly to the man in the booth. "But can you keep it down? I really want to just get out of here and not cause a scene."
"Sorry, sir," the man said, and reached his hand out. "Do you have your party's tickets?"
"Yes. Just let me run back and get them real quick," Harry said, and he fixed his glasses and turned. He reached Draco and shoved his hand into the blond's front trouser pocket. "I think I'm getting us out of here," he said as he counted the tickets quickly.
Draco literally squeaked when his husband put a hand in his trousers. Valen gurgled and seemed pleased. "Good," the older blond said in a slightly higher-than-normal voice.
Harry smirked and let out a small snort at Draco's reaction. He made his way back up to the booth and handed the man his tickets.
The man took the tickets and nodded. "It's a pleasure to have you with us, sir," he said. Then he motioned for a woman to come over and bent to talk to her. Harry could see her eyes widen as well and she flushed as she looked up. She stepped forward. "Sir," she said, "let me escort you and your party to the plane."
"Thank you," Harry said happily before apologising to the couple whom he had cut in front of. He gestured for the others to come forward.
"That's okay, Harry," the woman he had cut in front of said enthusiastically.
Draco stepped out of line with the others following him. He wasn't at all perturbed by the disgruntled looks of other passengers. As far as he was concerned, they had earned it.
Harry held back a laugh at Draco's haughtiness and was amused to see Ron acting like a very important person as they were led along.
Men came and took their luggage and Harry lightly took Draco's hand, knowing he was a bit nervous. He himself had never been on a plane in his life either.
They were led even further until they had to pass through the wall and on to the Muggle side, where everything seemed ten times as busy and crowded. The witch dropped them off at their quiet boarding area after whispering into another woman's ear and flushing slightly again as she looked at Harry.
Harry found it a little disconcerting.
"Finally," Draco said, but when they stepped outside and were led to the stairs to enter the plane, his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious," he muttered.
"What?" Harry said, watching Ron stare at the machine with huge eyes.
"You want me to trust the safety of our child, let alone us, to a flying metal bird?" Draco asked, attempting to make his voice a sneer, but it came out as more of a squeak.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand. "It'll be fine," he assured him.
"It really will be," said Hermione. "Aeroplanes hardly ever crash, and it isn't like we can't Apparate if it starts to."
"Hardly ever?!" Draco stopped dead in his tracks, with Ron running into him from behind.
Ron squawked indignantly and gave Draco a small push for stopping.
Harry sighed and shook his head at Hermione. "It'll be fine, love," he said. "If we don't get on, they're going to leave without us. And I, for one, could really use that holiday."
"How does it fly?" Draco asked. "What spells do they use?"
"It's Muggle, Draco," Harry said. "They don't use spells. It's a machine and it runs on fuel."
"If that was meant to calm me, you've gone mental!" Draco snapped. Valen shrieked and he winced.
"Draco," Harry said in a reasonable tone, stopping again to face his husband so he could cup his cheeks with his hands. "We are not going to die flying to France, okay? We will be perfectly fine."
Draco narrowed his eyes, scowling. Then he blushed, realising how foolish he sounded. "Promise?" he asked, smiling.
Harry smiled back and kissed Draco gently. "Yes," he said quietly.
Draco leaned forward and whispered in his husband’s ear, "Can we have sex while flying?"
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Well," he said quietly with a smirk, "I'm sure there's a lavatory."
"Can we go?" Ron asked impatiently, staring at the steps leading onto the plane.
"Lead on, my lion," Draco said, smirking.
Harry chuckled lowly and made his way up the stairs into the small private jet, the rest following him.
They took their seats, strapping Valen into something that Draco thought looked like a torture device, and which their son wasn't too happy with. He howled through takeoff and Draco wished he could too.
Ron's eyes were very wide as they rumbled down the runway, and he didn't seem so excited as he turned a sick green-looking colour. He gripped his seat very hard with white knuckles.
Hermione crossed her legs and pulled out a magazine and Harry couldn't decide if he was nervous because the plane was taking off and shaking, or if it was because Valen was screaming. Ron was looking like he was going to vomit and Draco looked nearly as bad as their son.
Harry's ears popped and finally the rumbling stopped when they were in the air and flying smoothly.
"I don't like this very much," Ron said shakily. Hermione patted his leg.
"There has got to be a spell to stop the pain in our ears!" Draco shouted over Valen's howls, his hands over his own ears as well.
Harry tried to hush the baby, pulling out his magical ball and shaking it in his face. "Try swallowing," he told Draco.
"And if that doesn't work, I have some gum," said Hermione, reaching in her purse and pulling some out. "That helps sometimes."
Draco swallowed, frowning when nothing happened. He tried sticking his finger in his ear and wiggling it. Then reached for the offered gum.
Harry continued wiggling the ball, trying to get Valen to stop crying.
Ron was still clutching the armrests, and wouldn't look out the window, even though he'd flown on a broom hundreds of times.
Draco groaned in relief when his ears finally popped. "Harry?" he said. "Use magic for Valen."
Not really having thought of that, Harry shrugged and gently pressed his hands to Valen's ears, feeling the small tingle of his own magic.
Valen squeaked and then burbled happily at Harry, looking profoundly grateful, sentiments Draco could agree with since it meant the screeching stopped.
"You are amazing, Harry," Hermione said. "I've never seen anyone use magic like that."
Harry smiled a bit and kissed Valen's forehead. He looked up at Hermione and gave yet another shrug, his lips quirked upwards a bit.
Draco looked at his husband and arched an eyebrow.
Harry looked at Draco and gave him a smirk and a slightly questioning look.
To which Draco raised both eyebrows and then unbuckled himself, heading toward the back of the plane.
Harry watched him go, eyes on his arse. He slowly looked back at Hermione, who was shaking her head.
"Fine, I'll watch him," she said with a sigh. "But use a Silencing Charm, yes?"
Harry grinned and flushed just a tad. "Who says we're going to do that?" he said, unbuckling himself and following Draco.
Draco found the lavatory and stepped inside, but didn't lock it.
Harry found it very soon after, opening the door and then closing it behind him. He stepped close to Draco and grasped his belt. "Need help?" he asked huskily, ghosting his lips against the blond's.
"Sure. Want to hold it for me?" Draco laughed, reaching over and locking the door.
Harry laughed too. "Yeah, but I hope what comes out isn't piss," he said.
Draco scrunched up his face and shook his head. "You are an odd one, Harry," he said. "So, what did you have in mind?"
Harry laughed again. "Well, first," he said, "according to Hermione, we need a Silencing Charm." He did a quick one. "Though if we go by the past, I'm not sure how much of a difference that will make."
"Not much." Draco smirked, hands on his hips.
Harry half smiled, half smirked, raising his eyebrows at Draco before he dropped to his knees in front of him. "This?" he said, grasping Draco's belt again. "Or something more?"
Draco smiled. "It's a good start."
Harry snorted a bit. "Well, that's good to know," he said, undoing the belt and then working on the trousers.
Draco lay his hand on Harry's head and gripped the edge of the sink with his silver hand.
Harry smirked up at Draco and slowly tugged his trousers down with his shorts. Then he teasingly kissed Draco's thigh and gave it a little tongue.
"This thing will land before we are done," Draco observed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Do you really think that's the way to get my mouth on you, love?" he said.
Draco rolled his eyes, twisting fingers in Harry's hair. "Suck my cock, Potter," he sneered.
"Oh, so romantic," Harry teased with a smirk and a quick lick to Draco's shaft.
"Oh, but you like it when I talk dirty," Draco reminded him. "You like being on your knees for the notorious Draco Malfoy."
Harry's cock twitched in his jeans and he smirked again and licked his lips. "So, why don't you talk dirty to me then?" he said, raising himself up a bit more and grasping the base of Draco's cock with his right hand.
"Yes, hero," Draco sneered. "I want you to wrap those lips around my cock and suck me, while I fuck your mouth until I come."
Harry couldn't help the small gasp that escaped him. He licked his lips again and then moved forward, taking the head of Draco's cock into his mouth.
Draco moaned, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep them open to watch.
Harry did close his eyes, swirling his tongue over and around, taking a bit more inside. He wondered if there was anything better than this some days.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco whispered. "Your mouth was made for this, for sucking me."
Harry moaned in agreement, resisting pressing his hand to his own cock by grasping Draco's arse.
"Fuck, yes," Draco said, pulling his husband's hair harder.
Harry moaned again and bobbed his head, taking Draco slowly in and out, tasting him.
"Changed my mind," Draco said, voice husky as he yanked on Harry's hair. "Stand up and hold the wall," he said.
Harry sucked Draco hard as he pulled his mouth off of him. "Gonna fuck me?" he asked, staring up at him.
Draco almost forgot to breathe for a moment as he looked down into those emerald eyes. He swallowed. "Yes, Potter," he whispered.
"Good," Harry said, getting quickly to his feet in the small room and standing with his front to the wall, looking over his shoulder.
Draco reached around his lover's waist, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his trousers. Then he pulled both his trousers and shorts down to his knees.
Harry bit his lip and pressed his arse back into Draco's groin, rubbing against him, his cock pulsing.
"Prepare yourself," Draco told him, leaning forward with his face against Harry's ear.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, slicking his fingers and reaching behind himself to press them into his own entrance.
"Yes," Draco hissed. "Use your power to make yourself ready for me so I can fuck your beautiful arse."
Harry felt light-headed with arousal as he stretched himself out and listened to Draco's voice and breathing in his ear.
"Are you ready for me? For my cock?" Draco asked.
"Yeah," Harry moaned, pulling his fingers out and blindly finding Draco's cock to stroke it with his lubed hand.
"Now," Draco said, pressing his hips forward.
"Now," Harry agreed, releasing Draco.
Draco wrapped his fingers around his lover's hips and pressed into him, feeling that delicious heat surround his cock.
Harry cried out, throwing his head back and reaching to dig fingers into Draco's hair.
Draco slid into him, and held there for a minute, kissing the side of Harry's face. "Oh, but you feel so good," he whispered. "I would go anywhere with you, just to be able to have you like this."
Harry let out a breathless laugh. "As if you need to follow me anywhere to have me," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco pulled back slowly and then pushed in quickly, grunting at the feeling.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, arching his back slightly.
"Oh, yes, fucking you," Draco whispered, nibbling on the side of Harry's neck as he began to set a rhythm with his thrusts.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth and moved with Draco, bringing the hand in the blond hair down to grasp Draco's hip.
"I finally get to fuck and fly at the same time," Draco said with a smirk, biting Harry's neck and licking it.
Harry moaned and tilted his head. "See? It's not so - fuck - bad."
"Fucking great," Draco said, eyes closed, his entire focus on the feel of his cock sliding into Harry. He pressed his hands into Harry's flesh, magic swirling around them.
Harry moaned again, panting, and sweating, and breathing Draco's name over and over.
"Yes, my love," Draco whispered, losing himself in his love for Harry. "Inside you," he said, and drove forward, pressing them both against the wall as he came.
Harry reached his hand down and finished himself off quickly, groaning Draco's name again as he spilled his seed, going slightly weak in the knees.
Draco's hands and body held Harry between him and the wall, face pressed into his neck, panting and shuddering as the heat of his lover's orgasm and magic swept through him.
Harry took several moments to catch his breath, still against the wall. "God, your fucking cock is so good," he said after a while, smiling goofily.
Draco chuckled against his lover's neck, licking him. "How long is this flight?" he whispered.