A.N Heya everyone, I know it has been a little while since I have updated this story, but I seem to be in a little bit of a flow at the minute for my too long ignored stories. I hope that you enjoy this new chapter, and thank you for your patience with me. This one has a lot more interaction between Harry and Mikhail, a lot more of them getting to know each other. Enjoy XD

Chapter four

Harry smiled widely as he stepped down into the lobby and saw Mikhail already there and waiting for him. As he approached he was able to take in the image his gorgeous intended made. Mikhail had gone for icy green robes today with a white top, the cut and shape of the robes doing everything to enhance the natural beauty the youngest Malfoy possessed. His golden hair was once again in a side plait and when he turned Harry saw the glint of the clip Harry had given him.

"Henri," Mikhail sighed walking over to meet him. Harry could not have stopped himself if he had wanted, as soon as Mikhail was close enough he wrapped his arms around the smaller frame and tugged him close while he bent to claim those teasingly pouting lips in a kiss. In his defence he had intended to keep it mostly chaste, but Mikhail seemed to have discovered his weakness for having his hair pulled, and with a faint growl he deepened the kiss as the younger wrapped his fingers around the inky black locks on his head.

When they finally parted Mikhail was blinking stunned and licking his lips blinked up at Harry with eyes that were more blue than grey.

"Wow," He breathed out reaching up to touch his lips.

"Good morning," Harry smiled teasingly.

"Eef that ees 'ow you say good morning we are 'aving many more breakfasts together Henri!" Mikhail laughed a little breathlessly.

"I look forward to when I can share every breakfast with you," Harry admitted running his fingers lightly up Mikhail's neck, receiving a shiver in return.

"Come Henri, we should go before I break my Papa's confidence in me and demand you take me to your bed," Mikhail said a little shakily. It was Harry's turn to shiver at the images that assaulted his mind at those words, his grip tightening around Mikhail before he cleared his throat and with difficulty let him go.

"No one has tried myself restraint as you do," He shook his head as he led Mikhail to the door with a hand on the base of his back.

"I am glad to 'ear that Henri," Mikhail laughed taking his hand once they were outside and leading him down the street. "I got your flowers yesterday, zey were beautiful, merci,"

"I saw they when we were coming out the bank and couldn't resist," Harry shrugged squeezing Mikhail's hand.

"Ze bank?" Mikhail frowned curiously.

"Yes we had another meeting yesterday after lunch. As we have said, this isn't wholly a holiday sadly," Harry nodded.

"Can I ask…non, t does not matter," Mikhail shook his head blushing.

"I have every intention of you being Lord Consort Potter-Black as soon as I am allowed to marry you. It is your business to know as well, you can ask whatever you want," Harry said softly, not wanting to overwhelm Mikhail but wanting his intentions to be clear. He was treated to a blush burning over Mikhail's cheeks but a smile brightening his lips as well.

"What business ees eet that you 'ave here? It seems serious," Mikhail asked softly biting his lip.

"Dumbledore has been my magical guardian since my parents died, which means he has had access to my accounts. I have eighteen estates under my name that Dumbledore has quite happily left to fend for themselves, leaving them and a lot of people's lives in a mess I am mainly looking through them right now and trying to straighten things out, get everything back in order while learning the ropes. Dumbledore has also been helping himself to my money, so we are going through all the transactions for the last fifteen years recording everything, tracking them down to get every penny back. A significant amount has been trickling away to the Weasleys, the Goblins are also calculating the amount of interest that has been lost on my account due to the thievery, they are more than a little upset. And lastly we are making sure that I am completely emancipated from any and all outside parties and that my right to act to act as Lord, and the benefits that come with it are all in place and ready for me going back to Hogwarts," Harry explained.

"Henri…" Mikhail breathed out looking horrified.

"Its alright Mikhail, I have known for a long time that Dumbledore was abusing his place in my life as well as manipulating me into doing whatever it was that he needed me to do. Sadly it did not come as a surprise when I found out the extent," Harry shrugged.

"You should speak to Oncle, 'e will be able to 'elp you wiz ze politics in Britain," Mikhail said still looking concerned.

"Mikhail, I'm ok, I'm going to be safe," Harry assured the younger teen seeing the worry in his eyes. "But it is a good idea, I'll speak to Lucius and ask his advise on a few matters me and Neville have been stewing over,"

"I am glad zat you 'ave a good friend like Neville," Mikhail admitted.

"It makes a nice difference. As he said the other night, I do unfortunately suffer from quite bad social obliviousness," Harry admitted.

"You 'av been doing very well wiz my family, zey are all impressed!" Mikhail assured him.

"I'm glad, I want us all to get along," Harry kissed Mikhail's hand.

Once they were seated at a table in a small restaurant that Mikhail had led them to and had their order place Harry took Mikhail's hand on top of the table again.

"Mikhail, there was something that you said yesterday that concerned me, I want to ask you about it, but you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable," Harry said softly.

"Oui?" Mikhail looked worriedly at Harry, his fingers tightening on Harry's.

"You mentioned about people being interested you before, you made it sound as though there is some history of people trying to take advantage of you?" Harry asked as gently as he could, but Mikhail still winced.

"I…last year…a boy from my school 'e…'e showed an interest in wanting to court me, I zought zat 'e was serious. 'e told me zat 'e was in love wiz me, zat ' 'ad been for a while and zat 'e wanted a chance to 'av a family wiz me. We were togezer for five months, I waz zinking about…well becoming more serious, but zen I overheard 'im talking wiz 'is friends. 'e was…bragging, about ze presents I bought 'im, zey were laughing about what a…fool I waz for believing 'im and then he spoke about how 'e waz going to…ruin my chances for a good future match, that I waz willing to zleep wiz him," Mikhail spoke quickly but haltingly, his cheeks flushed in what was clearly shame.

He started when Harry kissed his knuckles gently, lifting his eyes shocked he met blazing green that crackled with the fury written across his face.

"I seriously hope that your father got revenge on this bastard," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Henri…" To Harry's confused Mikhail smiled at him, reaching over to touch his cheek. "I waz worried zat any chances in my future during a courtship, I waz worried when you showed interest zat you would zink I…"

"Mikhail no! You have no fault in that!" Harry interrupted shaking his head.

"Merci Henri," Mikhail said softly leaning over to kiss him softly.

"Pardon your meals," The waiter smiled widely at them, breaking their kiss.

"Now, onto happier things. I have been speaking with the Goblins, I'm going to put a goblin over here in charge of my accounts, most weekends I will have to leave to deal with matters for my accounts, but it will still leave me with a lot of time to spend with you, if we can arrange for you to be able to have weekends from school, if you would want that. The Goblin's have also arranged for me to use their portkeying system between banks so I'm not draining my magic between school and frequent long distance apparations," Harry explained a little nervously.

"Most weekends?" Mikhail asked with a smile that Harry could not mistake.

"Oui," Harry nodded.

"Henri!" Mikhail breathed out moving to wrap his arms around Harry and kiss him, his lips sweet from the crepes he had been eating.

"I take it you are happy with that?" Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Mikhail's waist where he had perched to kiss Harry in more comfortably.

"Definitely," Mikhail nodded kissing Harry again. "Eet ees strange," He frowned a little when he pulled away.

"What is?" Harry asked a little concerned.

"Eet ees so easy wiz you, natural. I don't feel like I 'av to try or to worry wiz you," Mikhail brushed his fingers over Harry's cheek making the older smile at him softly.

"You don't have to try with me," He took Mikhail's fingers and kissed the pads getting a chuckle.

"When do you plan on revealing to Dumbledore zat you are no longer on 'is side?" Mikhail asked as he slipped back into his seat.

"Well right now he knows that I have accepted the Black Lordship and the Potter one, but he will be thinking that I am still under his control, he's arrogant. The fact I have left the country will be a little worry to him, I expect to start receiving letters soon from Ron and Hermione, expressing concern but also guilt tripping me. When news that I have emancipated myself and have started straightening out my estates reach him he will get a little more worried. And then I am going to announce us to the papers after Bill and Fleur's wedding. I don't want to spoil that for them with a big argument," Harry explained.

"Eet ees ok Henri, I understand. As long as eet ees not six months down the line and you still do not want anyone to know, zen I would be upset," Mikhail smiled sweetly, making Harry think that Mikhail's 'upset' would be terrifying.

"Not six months, give me five weeks," Harry shook his head.

"Zat I can do. Do you 'av to be right back at ze hotel?" Mikhail asked as they finished their breakfasts.

"No, I have a meeting at twelve, would you walk with me?" Harry asked motioning for their bill.

"Oui, I would like zat," Mikhail nodded.

"So, what is you favourite animal?" Harry asked as Mikhail took his hand when they started down the street together.

"What?" Mikhail blinked confused looking up at him.

"I want to get to know everything about you, but I admit that will take a while. So, we'll start simple, what's your favourite animal?" Harry grinned.

"I like dogs. What about you?" Mikhail laughed.

"I quite like snakes to be honest, being able to talk with them makes for interesting pets," Harry stopped and looked back confused when Mikhail did.

"You are a parseltongue!?" Mikhail choked.

"Yes, is that a problem?" Harry asked tightly.

"Non, Henri…I don't understand…" Mikhail frowned confused stopping hesitantly towards him. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, previous reactions have not been very good towards my ability. I thought you already knew," Harry looked at Mikhail apologetically reaching out to draw him closer.

"I 'ave a feeling zat 'not been very good' ees a bit of a understatement Henri," Mikhail frowned brushing Harry's fringe back.

"I shouldn't have snapped, I'm sorry,"

"You were surprised. I understand. Henri, eets an amazing gift. And I expect you to translate for me some time," Mikhail smiled. "Plus, zis will very much impress Papa!"

"I'll have to drop it into conversation sometime," Harry laughed.

"'av you ever 'ad one as a pet?" Mikhail asked as they started back down the street.

"Harry Potter encouraging and celebrating what is seen as a Dark talent wouldn't have been very excepted," Harry shrugged. "So, your favourite colour?"

"Zey are my closest friends, zey do not care zat I am a Malfoy, zere families are old as well so zey know what eet ees like," Mikhail said as they meandered back towards the hotel.

"So it the four of you?" Harry asked.

"Oui, Sami, she ees my closest friends, Luke is my oldest friend and Jean Claude became a much closer friend after what 'appened wiz zat bastard last year, he stuck by me and really 'elped," Mikhail nodded.

"I'm glad you had friends there to help you through all that," Harry smiled squeezing Mikhail's hand.

"I do not want to let you go," Mikhail sighed as Harry's hotel came into view.

"Neither do I, but neither do I want to bore you to death through this meeting. Perhaps you family can join us for supper again? Tonight at seven? I will owl the location," Harry suggested.

"That is a much better parting," Mikhail grinned happily nodding. "I zink Papa wants to spend as much time wiz you as possible before you 'av to go back,"

"He is going to be become my father in law hopefully, its understandable," Harry shrugged.

"I like eet when you talk about ze future like zat," Mikhail murmured as he leant up on his toes to press a kiss to Harry's lips, making a noise of encouragement when Harry wrapped his arm around his waist and held him as he deepened the kiss.

"Alright Romeo, let him go and lets get going before we're late," Neville's laughter interrupted them making them part.

"Spoil sport," Harry pouted.

"Let him go and move your butt," Neville mock scolded.

"Don't want to," Harry pouted before interrupted Mikhail laughter at them by dropping him into a dip and kissing him deeply. He smirked when he lifted Mikhail back upright and steadied him when he swayed slightly.

"Mon Dieu!" Mikhail breathed gripping onto Harry's shoulder.

"I'll see you tonight," Harry said softly pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Ah ha," Mikhail nodded absently.

"Are you going to be ok apparating back?" Harry asked slightly amused.

"Don't be so…smug Henri!" Mikhail sniffed hit Harry's chest as he pulled himself together.

"See you tonight," Harry smirked pecking him once more. "And please wear this tonight," He slipped a chain around Mikhail's neck before stepping away.

"Henri! How did you…"

"I saw you looking at it," Harry shrugged. Mikhail stared at him and then looked back down at the gorgeous emerald tear drop on a slightly thick silver chain that he had seen Mikhail eyeing in one of the shops that they had wandered into.

"Merci," Mikhail breathed out shaking his head.

"I told you anything you wanted. Now go, before I'm late, I will see you tonight," Harry smiled kissing him once more, soft and light but lingering.

"You're so screwed," Neville patted Harry's back after they watched Mikhail apparate out.

"But so happily screwed," Harry laughed throwing his arm around Neville's shoulder. "Ready to go and mess with Dumbledore's head a little more?"

"Oh am I!" Neville grinned viciously.

"Good evening," Mikhail smiled wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Good evening," Harry asked brushing a lock of hair behind Mikhail's ear, his fingers trailing down to brush over the chain and then down to the emerald around Mikhail's neck. "You like it?"

"I love it Henri! But zen you apparently saw zat when we were shopping, 'ow you managed to buy eet wizout me seeing I do not know, but I love eet," Mikhail smiled wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's cheek.

"It's a beautiful gift," Leon's amused voice made Harry remember that Mikhail had not been alone when Harry and Neville had aparated in before he had jumped on Harry. Coughing he smiled embarrassed.

"Hello," He smiled weakly holding out his hand.

"Its good to see you again," Leon smiled warmly shaking his hand.

"Neville," Lucius nodded shaking Neville's hand who was looking as amused as Leon.

"Lucius, its good to see you," Neville nodded.

"Draco and Narcissa had tickets to a show, they apologised for not being able to make it to supper," Lucius said as he took Harry's hand.

"It was a little short notice to make the offer," Harry shook his head in understanding.

"How waz your afternoon?" Mikhail asked softly brushing his fingers down Harry's cheek.

"It was ok, headache inducing, its good to see you tonight," Harry closed his eyes as pressed their foreheads together.

"I knew zere waz something," Mikhail frowned burrowing his fingers into Harry's hair and scraping gently through it soothingly.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," Harry assured him squeezed his waist.

"Come, let's sit down," Neville motioned into the restaurant. "We have our table ready,"

"I'm ok," Harry assured Mikhail kissing him before leading him into the restaurant.

"Were you at the bank long?" Leon asked concerned as they took their seats and the three Malfoy's watched Harry and Neville both take deep drinks from their wine glasses almost simultaneously.

"We only got out forty minutes ago, that's why we were running late I'm afraid," Neville groaned as he sank a little into his seat.

"You both look tired," Lucius said, actually looking between them concerned.

"It was a long meeting, we had a lot of details to go through," Harry huffed.

"Dumbledore?" Mikhail asked concerned linking his fingers with Harry's.

"Oh yes," Harry groaned.

"I am disliking zis man more and more," Mikhail scowled.

"Join the club," Neville nodded.

"You have both been quite busy today it would seem then," Leon looked between the two of them.

"Yes, and I am starved!" Harry groaned when he saw the waiter coming over to them.

"Goblins are harsh task masters," Neville assured Mikhail who was looking concerned still.

"Mikhail, and Lucius and Draco were telling me that you are a parseltongue Harry," Leon said as soon as the waiter walked away.

"Yes," Harry nodded looking at the man cautiously.

"I find it a fascinating talent, did you know I have been writing a book on the founders for the last ten years, I have been doing a lot of research into them. I would love to get to speak to you about what the talent is actually like how it works," Leon said, a spark of intellectual fascination in his eyes.

"Sure, that would be interesting. Do you have anything on where the talent came from?" Harry asked curiously.

"I have some yes, some of it is obvious rubbish but quite interesting in their own rights. Have you yourself looked into it?" Leon asked. They paused when the waiter brought their meals before Harry answered.

"I have done some research into it, though mainly as the fact that it is a bloodline inheritance that has been passed on through a curse," Harry shrugged digging happily into his food while trying his best to maintain his manners. It would seem that any manners himself and Neville slipped up on the Malfoys let slip considering their afternoon.

"What conclusions did you reach?" Leon asked once Harry and Neville had inhaled enough to sate their immediate hunger.

"I mainly researched if it would last, I didn't want to buy a dangerous snake only for my gift to disappear, and I also was curious as to whether it would be passed on through my bloodline," Harry watched amused as the Malfoys perked up, this clearly not having occurred to them before.

"And?" Lucius asked, losing all masks of nonchalance and leaning forwards like an eager school boy listening to his favourite story.

"It would seem that nine generations back the Potter line mixed with a second generation of the Slytherin line, when Voldemort attacked me and the curse backfired it caused a mingling of our magic for a second held in suspension together. Voldemort's magic triggered my own Parseltongue abilities which were a small potential in my blood. The ability is mines so it won't fade and should be passed down my line as a bloodline inheritance," Harry explained.

"The Potters married into the Slytherin line?" Lucius asked shocked.

"Yup,"

"Zo our children would also be parseltongues?" Mikhail asked thoughtfully.

"I…" Harry coughed as his face flushed when his mind jumped to images of Mikhail pregnant with his child. "Yes they would be,"

"Mikhail, perhaps you should watch what you say, you would not want to give you're intended a heart attack before you can get him to the bonding alter," Leon said, clearly highly amused.

"What?" Mikhail frowned looking confusedly between his father and Harry.

"I was right, Malfoys are evil," Harry groaned covering his face as Leon started laughing, Lucius smothering his behind his napkin.

"What?" Mikhail demanded. The dark red that deliciously stained Mikhail's cheeks were worth the embarrassment he himself was feeling.

"So Neville, your words indicate that you also have business here in Paris?" Lucius asked taking pity on Harry.

"Yes, I'm trying to gain my own Lordship," Neville smiled.

"You are not waiting the year till it would be yours anyway?" Leon frowned a little.

"I fear that if I wait that year my Grandmother will sink her claws into the regency and I will not see Lordship until her deathbed is cold," Neville scowled.

"There have been some concern among the Wizengamot that you would not be receiving your rightful claim next year, the same with Harry," Lucius admitted.

"Plus we're going to be more of a force to be reckoned with if we both have our Lordships," Neville added nodding to Harry who raised his glass in toast.

"I believe the next year is going to be very interesting," Lucius hummed raising his own glass.

"You will be busy all day?" Mikhail whined as he clung to Harry's arm, the pout on his face making Harry want to call all the meetings off. But he knew that if he was to give the future to Mikhail that he had promised him and the Malfoys, and the future he had promised himself he would provide his future husband, it was needed.

"I am sorry, there is no way around it, we're both going to be in meetings literally all day, I'm seeing about seven different people tomorrow," Harry shook his head.

"I do not want to go a day wizout seeing you while I can Henri!" Mikhail cried out, tugging on Harry's lapels.

"I will have more time on Friday to spend with you though, you will have me nearly all day then, perhaps we can do something special," Harry suggested twirling a lock of Mikhail's hair round his finger.

"Fine," Mikhail huffed, turning his head to try and hide his disappointment.

"Hey, don't lets part like this tonight, I promise, there will not be many days like tomorrow, I will make sure of it," Harry promised raising Mikhail's chin with his finger.

"I'm zorry Henir, I just…eets…I want to spend my time wiz you," Mikhail sighed, humming contentedly when Harry hugged him close.

"And you think I would rather be spending my time with stuffy old men and Goblins than with you? Never. But it needs to be done if I am to give us a future," Harry assured Mikhail.

"I will zee you Friday?" Mikhail asked.

"I will collect you for breakfast?" Harry smiled kissing Mikhail's cheek softly, moving down till he could capture his lips.

"I will wait and long for you till zen," Mikhail nodded. He went to step away but turned and threw his arms around Harry's neck kissing him deeply. "Zo you do not forget about me till Friday," He said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"That is definitely not happening now!" Harry laughed breathlessly.

"Mikhail, will you stop sulking, please it is only a day!" Leon groaned putting his book down and glaring at his son.

"And we only have five weeks until Henri ees back at 'ogwarts and I only get to zee 'im on ze weekends zat 'e can get 'ere!" Mikhail snapped throwing himself onto the sofa.

"I'm sure Harry will try and get every weekend he can," Narcissa assured her nephew.

"He's besotted with you, its amusing,"

"And why eez eet zo amusing?!" Mikhail glared at his cousin who blinked.

"Potter…Harry has never shown any really interest in anyone before. The only one was Cho Chang and really that was more respect for her than anything else I think, I mean they had one date. Everyone wondered if he was going to turn out to be a lone wolf sort of thing, and really no one was shocked considering Granger and Weasley wouldn't really let anyone that close to Harry that they didn't approve of first, namely anyone not called Ginny Weasley. But he didn't show any interest, till you. He looks at you like you personally hung the stars and moon by hand cousin, you have nothing to worry about," Draco rolled his eyes towards the end.

"I just…'e ees so kind and 'andsom and funny and charming and we talk for 'ours and 'ours and never get bored, I just want to be wiz him as much as I can," Mikhail sighed.

"Of course you do Mikhail, Lucius and I were like that, your Mammon and Papa were. You have found the person you click with, we all understand," Narcissa assured him.

"Eet ees silly, I 'ave only known 'im a few days and I am missing 'im already! Ze time we are parted for school ees going to be hell!" Mikhail admitted.

"Oh son, you will manage, and I do not think it will be that long anyway before he is making his request for your bonding," Leon shook his head tugging his son against his side.

"I is sorry Master, but I is being asked to bring this!" The House elf that broke their soft conversation an hour later squeaked as she held out a letter to Mikhail. Frowning confused he took and opened the letter before gasping excitedly.

"Henri ees 'ere, on ze beach! May I go Papa?!" Mikhail looked at his father pleadingly.

"Only if I escort you down and speak to Harry first," Leon sighed after a few moments. Mikhail squealed excitedly hugging his father and then tugging him to his feet.

Both the Malfoy men gasped when they got halfway down the steps that led to their beach and saw what Harry had done. A white blanket had been laid out on the beach, almost glowing in the moonlight and the light of the dozens of candles Harry had set out around it. Standing in front of it clearly waiting was Harry. When they reached him both men could see he looked tired, but a smiled softly when he saw Mikhail, bowing his head politely to Leon, not looking at all surprised to see him there.

"I understand that this is pushing the boundaries of your lenience for allowing myself and Mikhail freedom to be un-chaperoned, but it has been a long day and I have missed him greatly, I hoped that we would be able to spend at least an hour with each other today," Harry said as soon as he met them coming off the steps. Leon searched the young man's face, carefully open and allowing his inspection.

"You have two hours before Mikhail needs to be back at the house, I shall allow this meeting to be un-chaperoned because I trust you both," Leon nodded. "Enjoy your time together," He added softly, kissing Mikhail on the cheek before turning and making his way back up the steps.

"I have missed you today Mon petit ami," Harry said taking a white rose from behind his back and holding it out to Mikhail who gasped happily.

"Merci Henri, I 'ave missed you as well, zo much," He sighed going eagerly into the embrace Harry pulled him into, just content to be held and offer the warmth and comfort that Harry clearly needed. Neither of them saw or felt Leon's eyes watching them for a few moments longer with a soft, happy smile on his face before he turned and carried on up the stairs. He had wished that Mikhail would be older when he was courted, but he could not wish this away when his son had someone who clearly doted on him, and whom he felt so much for already in return.

"I'm sorry to turn up so late in the evening," Harry apologised pulling back a little.

"Non, I am glad to get to zee you zis evening, and zis ees beautiful Henri!" Mikhail shook his head looking around the area.

"I wanted to do something special for you," Harry smiled shyly taking Mikhail's hand and leading him to the blanket. They both toed off their shoes on the edge, Harry groaning a little when he saw that Mikhail was barefoot, he was even sexier like that!

Once they were in the centre, the candles parted and then reforming to let them safely passed, Harry drew Mikhail to him and leant down for a long, much needed kiss that spoke of the separation that they had both felt that day.

Eventually they settled on the blanket, Mikhail laughing when Harry produced a picnic basket.

"Its not much, its way passed supper, but I thought some fruit and white wine while we sit will be nice," Harry shrugged.

"Eet ees perfect!" Mikhail assured him kissing his neck. Harry groaned at the innocently arousing action and busied himself setting out their things. Mikhail hummed contentedly wriggling his toes as he felt the heating charms sinking into his skin while the wine warmed him from the inside. Harry smiled as he pressed another blackcurrant to his lips before leaning so he was hovering over where Mikhail was lying on the blanket. The kiss surprised Mikhail, Harry's tongue seriously licking into his mouth and then chasing the taste of the fruit and wine thoroughly.

"Zis ees a perfect night Henri, I missed you so much today," Mikhail sighed happily linking their fingers together with one hand while he carried on running his fingers through Harry's hair were his head was pillowed on Mikhail's stomach.

"I missed you as well, ridiculously so. Neville practically through me out of our rooms this evening before I had even finished packing everything," Harry snickered raising their hands to kiss the back of Mikhail's even as he refused to open his eyes, enjoying the presence of Mikhail on his tired body.

"You are working zo 'ard, I wish I could take zome of eet from your shoulders," Mikhail frowned a little.

"This, just being with you makes it much easier to cope with, and knowing that I have someone to fight for to get all this to fall into place makes it easier as well. I'm going to bring enough trouble to your life, Dumbledore is definitely going to kick up some sort of a fuss about us, the least I can do is make sure that our future is secure," Harry admitted softly.

"I am 'appy just wiz you, I zink Henri that you could take me to ze muggle world and make me live wizout magic, and I would ztill be content," Mikhail shook his head.

"And yet I want to give you the world and everything in it," Mikhail gulped when fiery green eyes opened and met his, his older intended spinning and crawling up his body like the predator Mikhail suddenly realised he was. For all his kindness and warmth Harry had power and a danger lingering under his skin that excited Mikhail even more, his arms already reaching up beseechingly to accept Harry and the kiss he pressed to his needy lips. "I would clothe you in silk…drape you in jewels…feed you the finest meals…house you in castles and mansions…" Harry murmured between kisses.

"Just you…just want you Henri…" Mikhail whimpered as the kisses lit his body on fire.

"You have me, and you always will," Harry said seriously, pulling back to rest their foreheads together before it could get out of hand.

"I will 'old you to zat Henri!" Mikhail smiled tracing Harry's features as he caught his breath.

"Good," Harry nodded kissing him softly again. He dropped onto the blanket and held his arm out in invitation, Mikhail quickly wriggling until he was tucked against Harry's side.

"Will I still see you for breakfast?" Mikhail asked, trying to prolong their time, even as they stood at his front door, knowing his father was likely on the other side waiting.

"Yes, though I am tired, would it be ok if I collect you at 0900?" Harry asked.

"Per'aps…" Mikhail started to say before stopping biting his lip.

"Yes?" Harry smiled hugging him a little tighter.

"Why do we not 'ave breakfast 'ere, my family will all be 'ere but you can bring Neville, and maybe we could spend ze day in ze gardens or on ze beach? You need to relax and walking around zomewhere will not do that," Mikhail suggested.

"That sounds like a lovely day. so 0900 tomorrow?" Harry answered.

"0900," Mikhail nodded happily leaning up to steal one more kiss.

"Mikhail put the boy down and let him go home to sleep before I am scraping him off the front step. You will see him tomorrow!" Leon's teasing voice broke them apart, Harry stepping back grinning guiltily.

"I will see you tomorrow, thank you again for your trust," Harry bowed slightly, and with one last kisses apparated out.

"Papa!" Mikhail glared as soon as Harry was gone.

"Its my job to embarrass you at least a little during this. You should ask Lucius what I did to him when he was courting Narcissa," Leon snickered pulling his son inside and closing the door. "I'm glad you had a good evening," He added softly seeing the smile Mikhail wasn't able to stop.

"Merci for trusting us. I love you,"

"And I you. I am glad you're happy," Leon pulled Mikhail into a tight hug saying everything he couldn't put into words.