A/N: Hello, thank you again to everyone who gave encouraging reviews! This was supposed to be the final chapter of this arc, but limiting myself to 1,000 words is a pain - what was I thinking?! So there will be one more chapter to go.

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Face pressed to Harry's shoulder, Albus savoured the stretch of the huge length inside him, its rigid state hinting at many more hours of enjoyment to come. Being with his father was worth every wince he had to suppress and he smiled, despite the knowledge he would be very sore this evening.

He cuddled closer to Harry, enjoying the silence between them as much as the lips on his hair and the gentle hand at his back. Letting his mind drift, he found himself thinking of George Harden, one of his dorm mates.

Last month, Albus found out that George had suffered sexual abuse two years ago. George's mother had divorced her second husband as soon as she found out and had him arrested. It was disconcerting to realise that in the eyes of the law, Harry Potter and that evil wizard were both guilty of statutory rape… even though Albus couldn't find any similarity between George and himself.

The three Potter children had only known love and affection from their parents. They had never been punished or spanked without first understanding their misdemeanours and they had always been hugged and forgiven afterwards.

In each intimate encounter with Harry, Albus had never found cause to cower before him in fear of a harsh word or a blow. He had never been held down against his will or been taken by force or left torn, bruised and bleeding after hours of painful torture to curl up and cry himself to sleep.

Each session had been one of delight and discovery, pleasure and tenderness. Harry had explained everything he did and waited for his agreement before proceeding further. Any discomfort Albus felt would be soothed, any uncertainty explained, any tears wiped away. His father would hug and kiss him after each toe curling orgasm, murmur soft words to him and caress him as Albus lay in his arms, boneless and glowing with satisfaction, before finally giving in to his own need.

Albus found it impossible to feel any guilt at what they were doing, only knowing that his mother, brother and sister must never find out.

Harry cradled Albus in his arms, enjoying the quiet of their post coital bliss, knowing they had the whole afternoon to enjoy themselves. He ran a gentle hand down the slender back, his thoughts going back to last Christmas Eve…

Harry roused himself, sliding a hand under Albus' chin to lift it and looking anxiously into sated green eyes still wet with tears.

"Al? You all right?" he asked.

Albus nodded. He started to push himself up and then froze with a sharp wince.

"Ow!"

Cursing, Harry grabbed his wand and Accio'd a vial of pain reliever from the bathroom. He pulled out the stopper before handing it to his son.

Albus downed the nasty tasting potion without hesitation and made a face.

"Yuck!"

Harry smiled, but his eyes remained worried.

"Better?" he asked.

Albus shifted a bit, face relaxing as he gave a cautious nod.

"Much better."

Exhaling in relief, Harry slid his son off of his still firm length. The potion may have worked, but they both knew its respite was only temporary.

"Ooh…"

Harry followed his son's gaze, eyes widening at the creamy liquid trickling down Albus' inner thighs, streaked with pink. Oh God - Albus was bleeding and he hadn't even realised!

Cursing again, Harry grabbed tissues from the box on the nightstand to mop up the incriminating liquid, the familiar scent strong in his nose.

"I'm fine, dad!" Albus insisted. His cheeks were pink, but his eyes steady as he held his father's gaze. "I'm fine. Really."

Harry swallowed. Then he sighed and pressed his lips to Albus'.

"All right," he said. Taking a deep breath, he reverted back to parent mode. "Let's get you cleaned up for your nap."

Albus nodded and yawned, exhausted after his multiple orgasms. He was already dozing off by the time his father cleaned him up and applied a healing balm to his tender flesh before carrying him to his room.

Sleepy and sated, Albus felt warm and capable hands dressing him in clean clothes and tucking him under the covers. He drifted off to sleep with a kiss pressed to his forehead and words of love whispered into his ear.

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Two hours later, the leg of lamb was done and Harry went to wake Albus up. The boy looked like an angel, curled on his side with long eyelashes fanning his cheeks.

Harry felt his forehead, relieved that their earlier activities hadn't brought a return of the fever. Then the eyelashes fluttered and sleepy green eyes appeared.

"How do you feel, son?"

"Fine, dad." Albus yawned and stretched, a brief look of discomfort crossing his face.

Harry sighed and sat on the bed.

"I can't give you another pain reliever until tonight. I'm sorry, Al."

"I'm not," Albus replied with a meaningful look and then he smiled. "But I am hungry."

"Milk and grandma Molly's oatmeal cookies then?" Harry asked with a straight face.

"Hot chocolate and your chocolate chip cookies," Albus countered at once.

The familiar banter made them laugh before Harry sobered up.

"All right. You barely ate your lunch anyway. But we have to go to the Burrow afterwards."

Albus heard the warning tone in his voice and nodded.

"I know. But before we go, could you… touch me again?"

Harry had deliberately stayed downstairs after relieving himself and showering, but the shy want in Albus' eyes made his body stir once more.

"After you've eaten something," he replied, his eyes gleaming with promise.

Harry was roused from his memories when Albus pushed himself upright, the tight grip of his body caressing Harry's buried length and pulling a groan from him.

"Dad, make love to me again?"

Thankful that he had stocked up on pain relievers, Harry smiled at the eager anticipation in Albus' eyes and kissed him, his body giving an excited throb.

To be continued.

Sorry for the delay, real life got in the way. Thank you for reading and don't forget to review! :)