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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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Quality Time – Harry and Blaise

Harry was slightly nervous as he was pushed into Blaise’s waiting arms by an amused Max who held Braiden securely with one arm. Draco was going to enjoy some quiet time with his current novel in the living room whilst Nasta went to visit his friends at the Dragon reserve he worked at.

They had been told that it was essential to spend time with each other separately to ensure a healthy, long lasting relationship, so Harry was going to spend some quality time with Blaise.

They slipped their shoes on under Max’s stern, mother hen gaze and went out of the back door and into the orchard holding hands, where they slipped their shoes and socks off and left them beside a tree to walk barefoot on the soft, dry grass.

It felt amazing to Harry, the feel of the grass under his feet as he and Blaise basked in the sunlight, both of their body scales out and on show, absorbing the sunlight and warming their skin further. Much more than when they had been human as the scales became almost too hot to touch under the direct sunlight, but Harry barely noticed, he loved the way the sun was blazing down on him, being absorbed by his scales and keeping him warm.

They walked hand in hand, weaving around the trees, laughing and talking about nothing of importance, sharing a few light, chaste kisses and a couple of long, steamy snogs, Blaise pressing him up hard against a nearby, convenient, tree trunk.

They spoke at length about their son Braiden, how he had developed, how he was growing every single day, debating on what colour his eyes would turn, the cute noise he had made that morning, the full bottle of milk he had drank entirely the other day.

It was wonderful to not have to do anything but talk and wander around at their leisure, Braiden was taken care of, the others were all occupied, it was just them and the sun and the grass between the trees of the orchard and Harry loved it.

He moved into Blaise and pressed against his mate’s body. Harry knew Blaise’s body well. Blaise had been his first. His first of many things. His first mate, his first boyfriend, his first lover, his first true love, it was only reasonable that Blaise be his first child’s Father as well.

“Ti amo, Harry.” Blaise whispered to him.

Those words had become some of his most very favourite words and Harry delighted in saying them back, sharing a little piece that made up Blaise, back with his mate.

Blaise chuckled against his ear and teasingly licked the shell of his ear.

“You are becoming too good at this.” He complained. “Je t'aime.”

“Is that Italian too?” Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s French, mon coeur.” Blaise said with an indulgent smile. “I’m half French as well as part Italian. French is my Mother language, English came next with the help of Draco and when I learnt that my Father had been Italian, I forced myself to learn the language he had spoken.”

“Why do you always revert to Italian when you’re angry if French is your Mother language?” Harry asked curiously.

Blaise shrugged elegantly. “Perhaps it is because I willed myself to learn it so hard when I was younger that it imprinted on my mind. I wanted my Father’s family to love me, to accept me, so I made myself learn Italian, to prove to them that I was willing to make the first steps in communicating with them. I forced Italian down my own throat, so perhaps it just comes to mind first when I’m reduced to anger. Italian is really the only thing I have to remember my Father Diletto, his language, a few photographs and Mother’s memories of him. When I go home, I speak French without even thinking about it because my Mother and Josiah do. I speak English in school and when I am with you and the others, where does that leave time to speak Italian, but when I’m angry?”

“You shouldn’t be reduced to have to speak Italian only when you’re angry.” Harry despaired. “It was your Father’s language, you should speak it freely.”

“I do Harry, don’t forget that Nasta knows more languages than Draco knows grooming charms. He and I have lengthy discussions in English, Italian and French. He enjoys having someone to speak a different language too, though I think he is sorely missing his Parseltongue lessons.”

Blaise winked and Harry chuckled as he remembered how that lesson had ended.

“He did so well in those lessons. I’ll ask him and see if he wants to learn a bit more.”

Blaise wrapped an arm around him and led him to the other side of the orchard where the trees opened up to show an endless, bright green field of grass down a steep slope that they were standing on. It was studded on the edges with wild flowers and in the very distance there were soft, sloping hills. There wasn’t a house in sight.

“This would be a perfect place for a picnic with the kids when they’re older. I can see them running around and playing in the field as we sit on a soft blanket in the very middle watching them. Except Max. Max would be rolling around with the rest of them.” Harry whispered his fantasy out loud.

Blaise chucked and held him tighter, turning them to face one another so that their chests and bellies were pressed together.

“Perhaps one day your dream will come true Prezioso. Max need not sell his house. Even if we upgrade to fit all of our beautiful children, perhaps we could keep this house for sentimental reasons. Then when we have pushed our children to their grandparents, you and I, Draco, Max and Nasta could come back here for a bit of alone time.”

Blaise wiggled his eyebrows and Harry laughed happily.

“Of course we could also bring the children here and unleash them on the beautiful nature around us. That field looks big enough to hold sixty children comfortably.”

“Sixty! Blaise we have one, week old baby.” Harry burst out.

“We might one day have sixty.” Blaise said nibbling along his neck, sensually licking and softly sucking at it to leave a light mark that would be gone within a day or two.

“You really wouldn’t mind sixty children?” Harry demanded.

“No. It would be difficult to begin with, but as our first children get older and more mature and finally grow up and leave our home to begin their own lives it would get easier. We wouldn’t be looking after sixty toddlers all at once.”

“When we get Grandchildren we might.” Harry warned darkly.

Blaise chuckled and held him to his body as they stood there in the bright sun, looking out into nothing but green grass and blue sky, thinking about their family, and the one they could have when they were older.

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