Harry Potter ran his tongue Draco Malfoy's chest, stopping only momentarily at a sensitive nipple to suck on it before dropping lower to mouth his stomach. He scooted down the bed, licking white skin as he went, before capturing his prize. He stuck out his tongue and slathered Draco's sac causing the Slytherin to moan deeply and spread his legs wider. Pressing his nose to the blond pubic hair, Harry inhaled the musky scent that was all Draco, and gently sucked on each testicle until the man was a whimpering puddle. Licking long stripes up his rock hard shaft, Harry paused. He looked up the long, slim body and grinned. "I'm going to take you now, I think."

"Oh Harry," he moaned again. "Anything you want. I am so completely yours."

"That's right you are. Mine." Harry shifted to his knees and spread his husband's legs even wider, pushing them up to his hips. He whispered the spell that lubed them both and positioned his stiff prick at Draco's hole. "I'm taking you hard, Malfoy. Any objections?"

"None whatsoever," he panted. "Do it!"

Harry shoved forward, sinking his cock deep into his lover. Draco cried out with pleasure. He always did. He liked it rough and Harry loved giving it to him that way. Draco was so tight and hot inside. He pistoned into him a few times and grasped his prick, pulling on it and giving it a nice twist at the reddened head.

"Harry!"

"Draco!"

"Father!"

"Dad!"

"FUCK!"

Harry flung himself backwards off the bed, his cock yanking out of Draco with a pop.

Draco grabbed the sheets and quickly rolled himself in them like a burrito.

Harry emerged from the edge of the bed, his pillow firmly pressed to his groin. "Boys! What are you doing in here?"

The little blond boy rubbed his eyes. "I had a bad dream," he whimpered softly.

The dark-haired boy clasped his brother around the shoulders. "Jamie woke me up. And then I couldn't sleep. What were you doing to Father?"

"Er...." He looked desperately at Draco. Carefully, keeping himself covered, he slid to the bed and gathered his sons to him. Draco scooted closer and encircled his family in his arms.

"Yeah, Dad," said Jamie sleepily. "What were you doing to Father?"

"We-e-ell," said Harry, holding them close. He kissed each on the top of their heads. "When two daddies love each other very much they like to get...very close."

"Um...yeah," said Draco, his eyes darting to each boy. He ruffled their hair. "It's different from the way we all get close together."

"Because we're all wearing clothes?" asked Luc.

Harry smiled weakly. "Er...yeah. Your daddies get close without their clothes because we love each other." He glanced with a weakened smile at Draco who shrugged. It was as good an explanation as any.

"Okay," said Luc, satisfied.

"Do you boys want to sleep with us?"

Everyone looked at Jamie. He yawned wide. "Don't remember the dream now. Will you take us back to bed?"

"Sure." Harry used a nonverbal to instantly don his shorts. He noticed Draco doing the same.

Harry scooped up Jamie and kissed his head while Draco took Luc's hand. They escorted the boys back to the room they shared in the manor, tucked them into their beds, and kissed them on their cheeks.

"Goodnight, boys," said Harry.

"Dad?" said Luc.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"When I grow up, will I marry a boy?"

"Uh...I don't...know. W-what do you think?"

"I think I'll marry a girl."

"Me, too," said Jamie. "Someone like Nanny Pansy."

"Yeah," Luc yawned. "Someone to take care of us."

Harry breathed. "Well...that would be very nice."

"It's okay if I don't want to marry a boy, isn't it?"

"Of course it is. Now go to sleep."

"No more nightmares," said Draco, blowing them kisses from the doorway. He shut the door and then leaned against it with a long breath. He looked at Harry.

Harry's eyes were wide behind his glasses. "Heterosexual?"

"Fifty/fifty chance."

"How do you feel about that?"

Draco shrugged. "Doesn't matter. As long as they're happy."

He slipped his arm around Draco's waist. "I hope they will be."

They walked in silence through the dark corridor.

Finally, Draco spoke. "'When daddies love each other very much'?" He was grinning at Harry.

Harry swatted him on the rump. "I couldn't think of anything else to say."

"Well I can think of something," said Draco, shutting their door to their suite. "Colloportus!" The door was instantly locked. Harry waved his hand at it and added a few more wards.

"I hate that you can do that without a wand."

"Get over it, Malfoy." He sighed. "We're going to have to lock that from now on, I'm afraid."

"Too right." He sat on the bed. Harry sat beside him. "They're growing up."

Harry smiled and shouldered his husband. "Don't pack their bags yet."

"I'm not. I'm just... It seems like only yesterday we were changing their nappies."

"I know." He sighed. "Soon they'll be going to Hogwarts."

"And then they'll be fully-fledged wizards."

Harry nodded. "And then they'll be getting married."

"To girls!"

They looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. Draco grabbed Harry and fell back on the bed, embracing him. "But that's years away."

"Yes. Right now, Mr. Malfoy, I believe we were in the middle of something."

Draco surely must have felt Harry's growing erection pressing against his thigh. He looked down and vanished their shorts. "Why yes, Mr. Potter. We were in the middle of something. I was getting the shag of my life a few minutes ago."

"This is one daddy who loves another daddy very much."

Draco smiled a very Slytherin smile. "Show me."


At Four:

"It's my turn to be Voldemort," said the dark-haired boy. "You were Voldemort last time."

"Okay, then," said the blond child. "Then I get to be Harry Potter!"

Draco made himself as small as he could next to the doorway and motioned to his husband. Harry approached and carefully peered at his offspring playing in the next room at Malfoy Manor. "What are they doing?" he asked Draco.

Draco smothered a giggle under his hand. "Luc is playing Voldemort and Jamie is you."

"What?" He watched transfixed as his sons engaged in serious play with twigs for wands. Even though they were only twigs, they managed to shoot sparks from the ends of them, singeing what was left of the leaves.

"Uncle Ron has been telling them tales again," whispered Draco. "I don't think they fully understand that the Harry Potter they've always heard about is their own dear daddy."

"You've got to be kidding."

"Nope. I think a blond Harry Potter has a lot of potential, don't you?"

"That's my boy," said Harry with a wide grin. "He's pretty vicious when it comes to defeating Voldemort. Have you noticed?"

"Actually, it's scary how good a Voldemort your flesh and blood can be."

"Then it's a good thing yours is always there to save the day."

"The funny thing is, Harry, they were arguing over who got to play Voldemort, not Harry Potter."

Harry frowned. "Oh great. That's encouraging."


At Five:

"Father, how come Annie has a mum and a dad and Luc and I have two dads?"

Draco looked at Harry. "Would you like to field that one, Mr. Potter?"

"Er...okay." He gathered his sons, sat them one on each knee, and held them close. "Well, you see, some families are made up of mums and dads. And some are just mums and some are just dads. And then there are some with two mums and two dads. Like us."

"Oh," said Jamie, looking at a perplexed Luc.

Harry smiled at Draco and set his sons down. He picked up his glass of pumpkin juice. "That wasn't so hard."

"But Dad," said Jamie. "Don't you need a mum and a dad for sex?"

Harry sprayed the pumpkin juice down his front. Draco stared at him wide-eyed. He looked as if he were about to burst into laughter. "Ah...er..."

"Come here, James," Draco said to the blond boy. "Where did you hear that?"

"Fobble said so. He said you can't make babies without a mum and a dad and they have sex. That's how babies are born. Then Nanny Pansy hit him on the head."

"I see. And what is 'sex'?"

"Dunno. Sounds boring."

"Nanny Pansy was perfectly right to hit that house elf."

"Draco! No, she wasn't. It isn't right to hit a house elf...or anyone, for that matter. Now...go along and play, you two."

The boys ran off down the steps into the Defense classroom and down the corridor. The men heard their steps echo a long way. Harry Scourgified his robes. "Do you suppose that's put off for another few years?"

"Hope so. We'll just send them to Fobble for the facts of life when the time comes. That will teach the little tosser."


At Seven:

"Mr. Potty! Mr. Potty! Peeves is complaining again about those sons of yours. We don't likes them, we don't!"

"Ah...Peeves. I'm a little busy at the moment-"

"You has got to tame them little monsters. Peeves doesn't like it. No he doesn't."

Harry put his book down and pushed his chair back. "You are not supposed to be in the teachers' studys, Peeves. Dumbledore has told you that."

"I don't care! If Peeves had hair, he'd be pulling them strands out!"

"Oh for God's sake. They're just little boys!"

"But they know how best to taunt Peeves. I'm just a Poltergeist. I've got me job to do! It isn't fair to Peeves!"

"Now you bloody well know how it feels."

"Make them stop! Make them stop haunting Peeves!"

Harry sighed. "Well...all right. I'll see what I can do. But I'm not promising anything. The best you can hope for is to stay out of their way."

Peeves wailed and disappeared through the wall. Harry picked up his book and began to read again when there was a knock on his doorpost. He looked up and was surprised to see Argus Filch. He still made Harry uncomfortable even after all these years, and he found himself sitting up and taking his feet off the desk-even though it was his own desk.

"Er...yes, Mr. Filch? Is there something I can do for you?"

Something was wrong with Filch. Oh. That's what it was. The man was smiling. Harry had never seen him do that before. Not with genuine happiness. Argus Filch was not given to fits of happiness.

"Begging your pardon, Professor, but I just came by to congratulate you."

"C-congratulate me? About what?" Stranger still, Filch had never referred to Harry as "Professor" without at least adding a sneer.

"On your boys' success in aggravating Peeves. Never in all my years at Hogwarts have I seen less of that damnable creature. And we have your boys to thank. The Weasley twins were in league with him more often than not, but your boys have got them beat. Oh yes. I don't know how they do it, but keep it up, I say. Well. Good day, Professor."

"A-and to you, too, Mr. Filch." Harry sat back flabbergasted. Wait till he told Draco this!


At Eight:

Luc sat at the foot of the portrait, his arms wrapped around his knees. "But Grandfather," he was saying.

Harry hadn't intended to eavesdrop but when he heard the portrait talk to his son, he was intrigued as to what they could be so furtively discussing. They always seemed to talk this way when Narcissa was out in another painting visiting. But what he heard made him bristle.

"Now wait!" Harry emerged from the shadows and approached the painting. Lucius looked up, his chin high and his white-blond hair fluttering over his shoulder. "I simply will not have you instructing my son in the Dark arts!"

Lucius snorted. "Potter. You are being ridiculous. I am not instructing your precious son on the Dark arts. Merely a few useful hexes that he might occasionally have need of."

"I heard you, you know. And he's not even allowed a wand yet. And he's your precious grandson as well."

"Yes, I realize that." He smiled a genuine expression down on his namesake who grinned up at his grandfather. The two of them had obviously bonded. It had taken a while. Lucius was naturally more interested in Draco's flesh and blood…at first. But he was uncommonly proud when Harry told him that his dark-haired grandson was named Lucius Malfoy-Potter, though Harry was quick to point out that they only called him Luc.

"Really, Potter. If you can't take the time to teach your sons the necessary spells before they go to Hogwarts, how do you expect them to excel. For Merlin's sake, they live there most of the year!"

"I am painfully aware of that fact, Mr. Malfoy. They've already picked up quite a bit I think is too dangerous for them. We are trying to do our jobs as proper parents, and that means keeping a sharp eye on what sorts of spells they learn at a certain age."

Lucius snorted but his brow rose when Draco came up the stairs.

"Father, what trouble are you making now?"

"Don't be absurd, Draco. I am doing no such thing. Your husband is merely paranoid."

"Uh huh." He looked down at his dark-haired son. "What has Grandfather been teaching you?"

Luc smiled and put his arms around his blond father's waist. "Nothing much. Just a pox hex."

"It was a plague hex!" said Harry.

Luc shrugged. "Pox. Plague. What's the difference?"

Lucius chuckled.

Harry choked.

Draco smirked. He looked up at the portrait of his father. "I remember when you taught me that. Wasn't I about Luc's age?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. You took to it rather well, as I recall."

"Draco!"

"Oh come on, Harry. I never actually used that hex. It's not a very nice one."

Harry looked at Luc, grinning innocently from his father's side. "You three will make me go prematurely grey, you do know that."

"It will no doubt give you the character you've always been lacking, Mr. Potter," said Lucius.

"Ha, ha." Harry looked at the three of them madly grinning at him and he suddenly frowned. "Hey. Does anyone know where Jamie is?"

All at once, a loud explosion echoed from somewhere in the basement. They all nodded to one another. "The dungeons," they said at once.

Harry was first down the stairs and headed for the dungeon door. He plunged down into the dark stairwell, ran around the corner, and arrived into Draco's potions lab. A small boy with white blond hair-now standing up all over his head with charred ends-stood with hands at his hips and stared into his cracked cauldron.

Harry scooped Jamie up before the boy realized his father had come in. "Ooff!" he said as Harry squeezed him. "Dad! Put me down!"

"Jamie! Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Dad! I just got the potion wrong-somehow."

Draco strolled down the steps and tisked. "You've cracked another cauldron. We aren't made of cauldrons down here, you know."

"Sorry, Father. But I think it was one of those cheap Mundungus cauldrons. It really shouldn't have exploded."

Luc strode up to the blackened table and looked over the potions book lying open. "You were trying to make an itching potion. And just who do you think you were going to use that on?"

"You, you git."

"Oh yeah? Well Grandfather just taught me a really good hex-" He raised the twig he used as a wand.

Harry grabbed his arm. Those boys certainly didn't need wands. He was positive they had both somehow inherited the trebled powers that he and Draco possessed.

"There will be no plague in this house…or in the gardens!" he added quickly, knowing Luc's tendency to keep to a literal interpretation of the spoken rules to wriggle out of punishment. "And there won't be any nasty potions used on your brother either."

"I really must agree with your dad," said Draco. "I don't want you brewing potions like that. There are much better potions to brew to torment your brother."

"Draco!"

"As there are hexes that I'm certain your grandfather is teaching to Luc. You'd better both call a truce now."

The boys looked at one another. Slowly, small smiles grew on their faces. "Okay," said Jamie. "Truce?" He held out his hand to shake.

Luc nodded. He took his hand and gave it one jerk. He put his arm around Jamie's shoulders and steered him toward the stairs. "Let's get you cleaned up, bro."

But before they both escaped up the stairs, Harry could have sworn he heard Luc whisper, "Besides. I've got a really good hex to play on Nanny Pansy and I'll need your help."


At Nine:

"Psst! Luc! Come here!"

Luc trotted over to where his brother stood behind a pillar at Malfoy Manor. "Check it out," said Jamie.

They both peered around the column and watched their blond father bump and grind to that Muggle music he liked so much. He was also singing.

"I be-lieve in miracles! Where you from? You sexy thing-you sexy thing you!"

"What is Father doing?" asked Luc. His face contorted with a grimace.

"Embarrassing himself," Jamie answered.

"Look! Here comes Dad."

The dark-haired man stood staring at the dancing blond man with his hands at his hips. He watched him with a huge grin on his face for a long time until the blond man tugged at his hand, urging him to dance with him. They were bumping hips and laughing.

Jamie exchanged glances with Luc. "Want to see something funny?" he said.

"Aren't we already seeing something funny?"

Jamie grinned. He stepped out from around the pillar and shouted, "TROLL!"

Both men fell over themselves, the dark-haired one even falling on the ground on his bum. But his wand was out and so was the blond man's.

Both boys giggled hysterically, even as the panicked look of their fathers subsided into something a bit murderous.

"Immobulous!" shouted the blond father, and Jamie and Luc were instantly showered with white light and couldn't move a muscle.

He sauntered toward them. "Think that's funny, do you? You won't think it's so funny when you spend several hours scrubbing out my cauldrons in my potions lab." A nonverbal Finite released them. "Hop to it, boys."

They appealed to their dark-haired father who usually talked the other out of harsh punishment, but it didn't look as if it were to be this time. "You heard him," he said sternly. "Go."

But as they descended the stairs grumbling about no sense of humour, they could hear their fathers laughing hysterically.


At Ten:

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

"Dad's going to be really angry that you took his map."

"Yeah? Well, Father will be furious you stole a school wand."

The blond boy scowled. "Father would be proud of me."

"I don't think so, Jamie. I only borrowed Dad's map. It's not as if I stole something."

"Well I only borrowed the wand. I'll put it back. Besides, you needed the wand to make the map work."

The dark-haired boy shrugged and bent over the parchment whose folded faces suddenly sprung to life with a floor plan of the castle and tiny blobs of ink with little names attached. "Wicked!"

"Why'd you take the map anyway?"

"We're going to go to school here next year. Don't you think we should know all we can about Hogwarts?"

"Idiot. We live here most of the time as it is. What don't we know?"

Luc ignored him and pushed past him. "Let's try this passage. The one-eyed witch. Looks like it goes outside Hogwarts."

"I don't think we should go outside Hogwarts," whined Jamie. "It's dark out there. There are...you know...things out at night."

"You complain too much." The little green snake slithered out of his shirt pocket and clambered up to his shoulder.

Jamie jerked back. "Why do you carry that thing? Gives me the creeps."

Luc stroked it and hissed softly to it. It hissed back. "He's a pet, you nit. You know, for someone who will probably be sorted into Slytherin, you really should learn to like snakes."

"If I could talk to them."

"I've tried to teach you Parseltongue. You're too stupid to learn."

"I'm not stupid! I'm going to tell Father you said that!"

"Oh go ahead. He never believes anything you say anyway. He likes me best."

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Well Dad likes me best!"

"Oh shut it, will you? You'll bring Filch down on us."

They both fell silent and peered over the map. The ink blot showed "Filch" moving off in another direction followed closely by the ink blot that said "Mrs. Norris."

"I think we should put the map back," said Jamie quietly. "We'll get into trouble."

"I think he's right."

They both whirled and looked up into the sedate face of Albus Dumbledore.

Luc darted a glance back to the map. "Where did you come from?"

Dumbledore took the map from his hand and looked it over. "Oh. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, you know. Now. Masers Malfoy-Potter." He took them both in with his glance. Jamie stared at the floor but Luc raised his chin defiantly. "I wonder that your fathers would let you roam about the castle this late at night. And with a pilfered map...and wand?"

Jamie trembled and handed it to Albus. "He made me take it!" he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother.

"I did not! I never said I needed a wand. You did that on your own."

"You're a stupid hippogriff, Luc, you know that!"

"Now gentlemen. Please control yourselves. Let us go to my office and discuss it."

"Y-your office?" said Luc. He looked at Jamie and suddenly felt like clinging to him.

"Come, boys." Albus strode down the corridor and the two boys reluctantly followed.

Once inside, the Headmaster produced two straight-back wooden chairs for them and pointed at them. They took their seats, sliding carefully until their backsides hit the carved chair backs.

The old wizard took his seat behind the desk and laid the map and wand on the surface before him. "I must say, I didn't expect this kind of trouble from the two of you until you were officially enrolled at Hogwarts. But that was a faint hope at best." His blue eyes glared at them over the rims of his half-moon spectacles. Luc and Jamie looked at each other. "Not only have you appropriated your father's questionable artifact but it appears that you have broken into the school stores and pinched a school wand. Do you think that was the wisest of choices, Jamie?"

"I...I was going to put it back when we were finished with it," he said in a small voice.

"But the damage has already been done. Though I doubt that this is not the first time you have ever held or used a wand-if I know your fathers well enough...and I do-it does not change the fact that this was not your wand to take. I know that the two of you live here and certain allowances have always been made, but this is unacceptable. What do you suppose is an adequate punishment?"

Luc edged forward. "With all due respect, sir. Our fathers are going to punish us."

"Yes, I expect so. That doesn't mean that I cannot dole out punishment as well. You did, after all, violate school protocol."

Jamie seemed on the verge of tears. "But that's not fair!"

"Shut up, Jamie," he hissed. Turning to the Headmaster, he said, "Professor Dumbledore, if you must punish us then we'd like to get it over with right away-"

"Speak for yourself!"

"All right. I am speaking for myself-"

"I don't want to be punished alone."

Luc sighed. "Jamie, will you please be quiet. Let's just do this. We decided to mess with the map together. We might as well accept our punishment together."

"Spoken like a Gryffindor," muttered Dumbledore, who smiled when Jamie muttered it at the same time.

"I expect Mr. Filch will need help cleaning the grounds before the term begins in a fortnight. I am certain he will find something appropriate for the two of you tomorrow morning."

"H-how long do we have to work for him?" asked Jamie.

"I think three days will do. And now-" He motioned to Fawkes, whispered something into the phoenix's ear when he perched on the Headmaster's shoulder, and then flew out the window. "Your fathers will be here shortly."

They sat in silence. Luc reached across the space between the chairs and clutched Jamie's hand for his own comfort as much as his trembling brother's.

It wasn't long before two wizards suddenly Apparated into the study with a loud crack, looking daggers at both boys.

Harry Potter turned toward Dumbledore and heaved a sigh. "Albus, I am so sorry. This is not going to happen again."

"Too right it's not," growled Draco Malfoy. He hadn't stopped glaring at his sons.

"Are you done with them, sir?"

"Yes, Harry. They have their punishment from me."

"If you think that's all you're getting you are sadly mistaken," said Draco.

"Come along, boys," said Harry. He took the map, tapped it with his wand and whispered, "Mischief managed."

They marched the boys out of the study and down the corridor. No one said a word. The boys never stopped holding hands all the way up to the tower rooms past the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Draco pointed to a spot before the fireplace once they entered the lounge. The boys stood quite still. Only Luc chanced a look at both pacing men.

"I'm very disappointed in you boys," said Harry. "We've tried to instill the proper respect for Hogwarts and magical objects in you. You are both very young. You could have gotten yourselves into a very sticky situation without anyone to help you. Don't you realize the seriousness of the trouble you could have gotten yourselves into?"

"But Dad, you've done worse when you went to Hogwarts," said Luc quietly. "And so has Father."

"And how would you know that?"

"It's in Hogwarts: A History."

Harry seemed to cringe at that. Draco pushed forward and got right up into their faces. "I don't care what you read or what you heard. You will not get into trouble at Hogwarts. Do you understand me? We should send you to a Muggle school. That would teach you."

"No, Father!" they said in unison.

"And what's to stop me, eh? If you can't control yourselves at your age, what will prove to me that you won't be a nuisance next year?"

The boys said nothing. Luc knew even his green eyes couldn't turn Father soft at this point as they usually did when he got into trouble. It was true that Father had a weak spot for him, just as Dad seemed to have a weak spot for Jamie. Anyone else would think it would be the other way around, blood being blood. But they had very unusual fathers.

"That is something to consider," said Harry thoughtfully. "Maybe they should be raised as Muggles. I'd worry over them less."

"You can't be serious," said Luc. "We...but...that's...."

"Speechless at last," smirked Draco. "Never thought I'd see the day. So what's their punishment, Harry?"

"Well...I'm sure there's something in the potions dungeon-"

"Oh yes!" Draco rubbed his hands together. "There are an awful lot of shrivelfigs to skin and toads to disembowel before the start of term. I think that will keep the two of you out of trouble for the next fortnight."

Luc's heart sank. He hated going to the dungeons. Jamie didn't mind. He liked all those noxious liquids and kept Father busy asking questions. He fancied himself the next potions master when Father retired. Luc wasn't much interested in teaching. Dad could keep his Defense job. He set his sights on other things. He wanted to do research like Aunt Hermione.

"It's late," said Harry. "I think you two should go off to bed now. I understand you are to work with Mr. Filch tomorrow morning. That's fine. You can go down to the dungeons after lunch then."

Luc sighed. He put his arm around his brother. "Come on, Jamie. The ax has fallen."

"I should never listen to you," the blond boy muttered. Luc only squeezed him tighter and they both went through the door that had been their nursery and was now decorated as all young wizards liked it; with posters of Quidditch teams, Chocolate Frog cards, moving pictures of the next best model of broomsticks, and a few Daily Prophet articles and photos about their dads.

Harry watched them go and shook his head. Once their door was shut he looked at Draco and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You know, Potter. It isn't funny."

"I know," he said, wiping the mirth tears from his eyes. "But I can't help it. Luc is just like me."

"Yes. And don't think that doesn't worry me."

"Come on. Let's go back to bed."

Harry took Draco's arm and steered him to their bedroom. He automatically put a locking charm on the door. They stripped and slipped under the covers. Harry looked at Draco in the candlelight and smiled. "You know, he's every bit like you, too."

"The stubborn streak is all yours."

"Oh is it?"

"But he did get his sneakiness from me. That's my boy."

"I was known for sneakiness in my day."

"Gryffindor sneakiness? Not quite the same thing, is it?"

Harry threaded his fingers behind his head and looked up at the dark ceiling. "Do you think Luc will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"I rather think at this point they might both end up in Slytherin. Or Azkaban."

Harry sighed. "I think so, too."

"Oh for Merlin's sake. It's not that bad. I came from Slytherin and you love me."

"I know. But...well. House traditions and all."

"What? We had house traditions."

"I don't want them getting mixed up in those."

Draco turned to him and scowled. "And just what do you imagine we did? Tear the hearts out of doves, or something? Pull the wings off of dragonflies? Honestly, Potter. You never even thought to ask me what it was like."

"All right. What was it like, then?"

"It was perfectly normal. We were a team. Us against everyone. We were loyal to the bone. Unless...it was unprofitable to do so. But that was each blighter's own fault. I had all kinds of loyalty to me."

"Uh huh."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"All kinds of loyalty that you could scare or threaten people into having."

"So? What's wrong with that?"

Harry lay back and stared at the ceiling. A small smile played on his lips. "Never mind."

Draco was silent for a moment before he sidled up to Harry. "Hey Harry," he purred. Harry turned toward the arousing sound. "Since we're already awake...." Draco's hands slid up Harry's rib cage and caressed over his chest. He pinched a nipple and smiled up into his face. "Harry, you're so cute."

"Cute? Honestly, Malfoy. I'm thirty-three years old. Don't you think I've outgrown 'cute'?"

"Not in my lifetime. Cute is cute. And you, Mr. Potter, are absolutely adorable." He kissed Harry's chin, once, twice, and ran his nose along the jawline till he got to his neck. He nuzzled him there, trailing kisses downward. He nipped at Harry's skin and pressed his mouth to the little bites, sucking gently.

Harry's breath caught. "Oh. Well. All right, then. If you put it that way," he sighed.

Draco's tongue licked down to the hollow of his throat, across his clavicle, and down, finally, to a nipple. His tongue swirled around it and then he opened his lips over it, sucked and nipped and twisted it gently with his teeth until Harry arched upward with a groan. "You are so cruel!"

"Not a bit of it," rumbled Draco over his chest. "Cruel is not following through. I intend to go all the way."

"Do whatever you want. I'm putty in your hands."

"Oh, I think you're rather harder than that," and he reached down to grope Harry's straining erection.

Harry threw his head back and groaned. "Oh my Draco. I love you so much."

Draco looked up and Harry saw the most peculiar expression on the Slytherin's face. "You haven't called me 'my Draco' in a long time."

"Really? I always think of you that way."

"Honest?"

"'Course. Because you are." He sat up and slid toward his husband. "You are most definitely my Draco."

The effect was genuine and heartbreaking. Draco glowed. It was almost like the first time Draco came to his bed all those years ago. How hesitant and timid he was. So virginal. He was on the cusp of knowing who he was and for once in his life, he gathered enough courage to see it through. How glad Harry was that he had done.

Harry smiled, thinking of that night. "My only love. My one and only. Now and forever."

Draco sighed. He seemed speechless. Could it be?

Harry slowly enclosed him in his arms. "Don't you know? Don't you realize how long I've wanted you? Since I was twelve years old. How's that for forever?"

"You never gave up on me?" he whispered.

"I thought I could. I thought I might forget you with other men, but it turns out they all looked like you anyway. I would say I was pretty obsessed. I still am." Tenderly, he took Draco's chin in his hand, tilted up his face, and pressed his lips warmly to his husband's. They kissed that way for several moments, just the feel of two mouths gently touching the other. But Harry's need for Draco only grew the more they touched and he soon parted the Slytherin's lips with an exploring tongue. He swiped it over his lips, pushed it forward to the warm mouth pressed against his own, and took possession. Draco groaned and Harry swallowed it. He tasted, he lapped, he suckled Draco's tongue. All the while his hands caressed his neck and back gently, gently. Draco's arms slipped up around Harry's neck and drew him to him, chest to chest. The kiss went on and deepened, each giving more and more to the other. Their noses bumped, jostled. They tilted their heads the opposite way; the dance of long-practiced lovers.

Finally, Harry drew away first just as gently as he'd started, sucking lastly on his lips. "I'm going to make love to you," he said, his breath pelting Draco's lips. "And you'll know you're mine. Say it. Say you're mine."

"Harry-" Draco tried, but his voice choked in his throat. His eyes were shining intensely. Harry didn't need to hear it.

He laid Draco down and kissed his neck. He ran his hand down his chest to his navel, dangling his fingers in white blond pubic hair; curling his hand to cup his bollocks before stroking his cock once, tightly.

Draco's gaze never left Harry's. He eagerly opened his legs and Harry hoisted his knees high over his shoulders. He whispered the lubricating charm and just touched the shiny dome of his cockhead to Draco's twitching hole. "I'm so in love with you," he said softly. Draco could only gulp loudly. Harry took a breath and eased forward, spearing Draco with tender pressure. Draco's eyes widened at the intrusion but they were also filled with a shimmering lust. Harry had seen those eyes often. Draco was a slave to his passions. And Harry was grateful that one of his passions was for Harry himself.

His cock glided inside the hot, velvety depths of him until he was fully seated, balls resting softly against Draco's round, white buttocks. Draco's only sound was a soft expel of "Oh!"

Harry waited. He didn't move. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of Draco's flesh enclosed over him, Draco's quivering legs, his bum trying to keep still. Harry moved his hands from Draco's hips and slid them under him, cupping the firm flesh of his bottom, easing over the mounds, each hand taking its own handful.

Draco squeaked. "Harry. Please."

He began to move then. Easing his cock out of Draco almost all the way and then pushing gently back inside. He felt the tight hole surrender to him, opening, enveloping. He pulled out and thrust in a little harder, aiming higher, seeking and finding Draco's prostate. He curled his fingers around the man's cock and felt it throb when he hit his prostate again.

Gradually, he quickened the pace of his thrusts, jabbing in deeper and harder. Draco moved with him, thrusting upward each time Harry's cock sunk deeply, taking as much as he could. The sensation of flesh squeezing his prick grew and he tightened his hold of Draco's cock, pumping it harder.

Draco suddenly came in a burst of white cum and an unintelligible shout. His anus clamped down and the sensation on Harry's cock traveled downward to his balls, aching them in so sweet a feeling that he soon exploded in his own orgasm, pumping his seed deep into Draco, thrusting and ramming, milking the feeling until it loosened his limbs and he felt a contented glow enclose him. He stayed upright, his cock still deeply embedded in Draco and let the waves of pleasure ride themselves out before he sighed and leaned over to kiss the panting blond man beneath him in a long, lingering kiss. Harry stroked his skin until he got his breath back and rolled off him.

Draco cuddled under his arm and laid his head on Harry's chest. In no time he was snoring. Harry stroked his blond tresses, luxuriating in the silky feel between his fingers. But as exhausted as Harry was, sleep eluded him. After a time, he carefully extricated himself from Draco's embrace and slipped out of bed. He repaired to the lounge and stood before the bookshelf, scanning the titles. When he found the one he was looking for he took it back to the old Slytherin wing chair, whispered "Lumos," and sat down.

It was about time he finally read Hogwarts: A History. Hermione would be so proud.


Epilogue:

When Luc Malfoy-Potter was sorted in his first year, the Sorting Hat gave him a choice of Slytherin or Gryffindor. Having no particular interest either way, Luc chose Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat gave James "Jamie" Malfoy-Potter a similar choice, but to Jamie's surprise, it was between Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Jamie chose Slytherin. The two brothers-though very close-loved the fact that they were in separate houses but made friends in the others'. Albus Dumbledore was heard to remark that the houses were finally united the way the original founders had intended.

Pansy Parkinson left the service of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy when the boys came of age to attend Hogwarts, but she visited often. Though the boys were told quite early on that she was their real mother, everyone preferred to continue to call her "Nanny Pansy". Pansy Parkinson was often heard to say that she was a lousy mother but a great nanny. A few years later she married her cousin, Fenster Parkinson and seemed surprised to be quite happy.

Some years past, and much to the chagrin of Draco Malfoy and to the surprise of Ron Weasley, Jamie Malfoy-Potter proposed marriage to Annie Weasley and she accepted. After their much celebrated wedding, he went into extensive research on potions and there was no question of hiring him to replace his father as Potions Master when Draco Malfoy retired after eighteen years of teaching. Long before then, however, Professor Dumbledore had retired, having been replaced by Minerva McGonagall as Headmistress. Harry Potter was asked to take over the Deputy Headmaster role, which he was happy to accept.

After finishing school at Hogwarts, Luc Malfoy-Potter was considered quite the playboy, and his fathers were at a loss as to how to urge him to settle down, when one day he told everyone that he had eloped with Chase Lovegood-Longbottom. She was an Auror. Luc, on the other hand, attended a Muggle university and became a Muggle researcher, studying snakes. It was said he was the most successful researcher in his field and in fact opened up avenues that no other previous researcher had been able to achieve. The Malfoy-Potters settled in Muggle London, but often made trips to Ottery-St. Catchpole as well as Hogwarts to visit his father the Defense teacher, his Potions Master brother, his sister-in-law, and his nieces and nephews.

When Headmistress Minerva McGonagall retired, Harry Potter became Headmaster of Hogwarts. It happened to be the thirty-fifth anniversary of Voldemort's defeat and the Wizarding world celebrated. The biggest party was held at Hogwarts itself. Later that year, Malcolm Treeloft was invited to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts where he has been teaching ever since. He and his husband Rupert Fenwick reside at Hogwarts year round. They adopted a Squib daughter some years ago.

Draco Malfoy continued to do research in the field of potions, working closely with his son, and derived the first ever draught to fully prevent a Werewolf's change at the full moon. He called it the "Lupin Elixir" after a family friend. It made him millions of galleons, most of which he donated to the Potter wing of St Mungo's.

Harry Potter never felt the presence of Dark witches or wizards again after his one and only run-in with Annikki the Witch years ago. The scar never returned and he was said to be entirely grateful for that.

At one time, Headmaster Potter started to grow a beard, but Mr. Draco Malfoy invented a Never-grow Draught, and rumour had it he slipped it into the Headmaster's pumpkin juice each morning until Potter gave up trying.

After twenty years as Headmaster, Harry Potter retired and he and his husband of nearly sixty years took several years to travel around the world. To date, they have six grandchildren and three great grandchildren.

They live in a stately home in Wiltshire known as Malfoy Manor and are frequently visited by their ever-growing family, old friends, Aurors, giants, centaurs, and assorted house elves.

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