Dragonette Destined
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction. Only the original characters in this story are mine.
Summary: Epilogue Compliant. Harry has been having 'problems' for a while. A new healer discovers the problem but reveals him to be a Dragonette Destined which is a new problem.
Pairings: HP/GW. HP/OMC. HP/OFC. HP/TN (Theodore Nott).
Warnings: Slash, hints of het, hints of polyamorous relationships, mating, swearing, some English slang insults, some English slang. Mature scenes will come later in the fic, after about 60000 words into the fic (the last couple of chapters), I shall not mark where they begin as I am warning you now – do not read if under-aged or if male/male intercourse offends your delicate sensibilities. I have kept the mature scenes to appropriate for this site as best as I can with my understanding of the rating system.
Authors note: So…we finally get to the scene I've wanted this entire fic! (And to be quite frank I've had 2people talk about this scene). I loved writing it and I hope it's vague enough to be allowed…we shall see.
Thank you SO MUCH to Scioneeris who has proof read my work and pointed out places where me and my keyboard have obviously had disagreements on which letters to write.
10th May 2020 – Harry age 39years.
Harry rolled in his sleep and bumped into something which had his consciousness rouse him to discover what it was. Harry opened his eyes, blinking bleary eyed around, and saw Brancis' still sleeping form on the bed next to him. Harry rolled over to look at his Alpha. As he rolled he became aware of a discomfort resonating from his behind, he couldn't hold in his smile at the memories it brought back though.
In all his years as a married man he had never ever felt such passion in a bedroom for his partner. Last night Brancis had gone wild, and the result was utterly burning hot sex that lasted ages! Harry had never felt or imagined anything like it! The dragon had been close to the surface throughout leaving Brancis' skin with small flecks of scales appearing and disappearing in his skin. His pupils kept changing from human circle shaped to the dragon slit. Brancis had growled and grunted and at one point Harry was sure smoke came from his mouth even as Brancis had worshiped him.
It had been incredible! Harry grinned and brushed a hand through Brancis' hair. Harry had been worried about having intercourse with a man; he'd never really considered himself gay he'd just had a problem. He'd been worried about the pain too. He had also worried that he wouldn't know what to do during the mating. Oh he'd known though! His instincts had risen to the occasion, along with his hormones, and any doubts had disappeared the moment Brancis stalked towards him after slamming the bedroom door shut. There hadn't been pain, some discomfort sure but Harry hadn't really bothered with that feeling – he was too distracted by everything!
"Morning Harry." Harry grinned as Brancis opened his eyes and gave him a smile.
"Hmm. Morning." Harry's voice held so many inflections of happiness and the sound just boosted the feelings within him. He pressed a little closer to Brancis and gave the man a light kiss on the lips, mindful of morning breath. Brancis rumbled into the kiss and a hand trailed over Harry' back, bottom and then a leg. It found his knee, lifted and wrapped it around Brancis' hips bringing their morning arousals into contact. Harry moaned and kissed Brancis again, trying to encourage him. Brancis seemed to decide that morning breath or no morning breath he was going to have a proper morning kiss. He plundered into Harry's mouth and Harry arched allowing it.
"Feels good, mate." Brancis growled between open mouthed kisses and plundered back into Harry's mouth again before rocking his hips creating such a delicious friction that bliss started to creep over Harry.
"Hmmm-ah!" Harry gasped and wrapped an arm around Brancis' shoulders holding on and holding him in the kiss as the pressure increased and reached its crescendo. When it peaked Harry could do little more than hold on tight, breathe and shudder. Brancis followed not long after with a bite to Harry's claiming mark, a mark that would fade in time but not if Brancis kept biting it at every opportunity.
"Shower with me." It wasn't a question, more a demand. Just a statement that was hinting and hoping and knowing all at once. Harry rolled his eyes but nodded. Sure, he wouldn't pass up the chance to be around Brancis. He'd had plenty of opportunity last night to see but Harry wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see his Alpha naked.
"Absolutely. Just give me a minute." Harry laughed and squashed close to Brancis. Harry hadn't really had amazing sex over the years, how could it be passionate when foreplay needed to pause so he could take a potion? But Harry's favourite part of sex had always been the cuddling afterwards, the closeness and intimacy after orgasm. It wouldn't be able to last long Harry knew, because he didn't like being covered in his own juices, and since he had two peoples' fluids over his stomach, groin and chest, it wasn't going to be very comfortable.
Just a few minutes though. Just a few.
When Harry and Brancis eventually made it downstairs they found the two children, Celeste, Yevgeniya and Theodore sitting down eating a breakfast of cereals and fruit juices. Nothing fancy.
"Good morning." The greeting seemed to come from several places all at once and all the adults laughed a bit. Brancis waved Harry into the chair next to Theodore, the chair he had always sat on while at the house. Theodore gave him an appraising look.
"Okay?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Harry smiled and took a drink from his glass of apple juice.
"Okay doesn't even cover it." Harry snickered and couldn't help giving a quick happy glance to Brancis who had taken his position at the head of the table and was sitting looking like he was king of the world…Harry was becoming used to that look of superiority and satisfaction. He would be worried now if the look wasn't there.
"I'm glad to hear it." Harry looked back to Theodore who had a really strange happy look on his face. It was warm and soft, warm and shining. It brought something fluttery to Harry's stomach as he held the gaze. A smile was curving the pureblood's lips and his eyes glittered. Harry slid a hand to reach for Theodore whose smile twitched bigger and then his hand clasped Harry's bringing it up to his lips. Harry smiled as a gentle kiss was placed on his knuckles. He didn't feel silly or like a girl at the tender touch. He couldn't take his eyes off Theodore, warm gentle tingles spreading up his arm from the kiss to his hand. Something about Theodore's look bubbled around him holding him in a warm bubble of safety and contentment and love and…Harry couldn't even think right without using 'and' to link everything he thought of! The look made him feel so muzzy that sophisticated thought was beyond him right at that moment.
"Theo…" Harry began and Theodore's smile again twitched a little bigger. Only this time he turned away and took another mouthful of his breakfast. Harry watched him for a minute, still holding hands with the pureblood then turned away feeling giddy. Harry ate his breakfast holding the spoon in his left hand, it was slightly awkward but it was okay. Harry was warm.
11th May2020 – Harry age 39years.
Sunday morning started with Harry waking up, this time in bed with a still sleeping Tyshawn with whom he had spent the majority of the night chatting with. They had gone up to Tyshawn's room last night after dinner to have some 'quality sub time', as Tyshawn had dubbed it, and they had talked about every subject under the sun and moon. Tyshawn had discussed Quidditch, Quodpot, school, education and sex, which somehow turned into discussions on various countries, other wizarding sports, what would happen when Harry and Tyshawn had children, baby names, politics and how somehow the relationship between Tyshawn and Asguard had gone from minus figure temperatures to over boiling point which explained why Tyshawn had spent the day yesterday a bit bow legged. They had eventually fallen asleep after discussing how both of their matings compared and how Yevgeniya might be pregnant.
Harry got out of bed slowly, despite knowing that Tyshawn was an incredibly heavy sleeper and wasn't likely to wake until gone lunch time if given the chance. Harry showered, washed and dressed before going downstairs. The house, or castle as it actually resembled, was completely still. Harry had to check to see what time it was in case he had roused abominably early. It was nine o'clock though. Harry tread into the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief having found Theodore there.
"I was worried for a moment that the house was empty." Harry whispered gently worried that talking too loudly would break the stillness over the room. Theodore glanced up from his book and smiled a little.
"Well it nearly is. Apart from you, Tyshawn, Asguard and I, everybody else has gone out. Apparently Yevgeniya was ill this morning and our beloved Alpha went a little overprotective and kidnapped her straight away to see a healer. Celeste took the boys out shopping with her because they needed new clothes and it was the best was to get them out of the house while Brancis was being over protective."
"I see. Tyshawn was saying that Yevgeniya might be pregnant." Theodore nodded and put his book down. Harry crossed to the table taking his bowl of fruit with him. He sat down and took a bite out of some melon.
"It's a very real possibility. She knew she was fertile a few months back and announced it to us all. She certainly calmed the fight that night. Of course the cease fire didn't last long because she chose Tyshawn to be her next baby's father, Asguard got a little uppity and the fight started all over again. If she is pregnant I can't imagine how Brancis is going to be." Harry frowned confused; Theodore took a sip of his tea before explaining. "Well Yevgeniya was the first one Brancis found and even in wizarding terms she is coming to the end of her fertile period soon. She is fifty this year, did you know that? On average she only has another ten years at a maximum to birth children. She has also not been able to get pregnant since she had my child Antonia twelve years ago. Antonia took quite a lot out of Yevgeniya you realise, Antonia was a big baby and Yevgeniya isn't very big at all."
"Ah. I see. So we'd basically all better brush up on our knowledge of pregnancy? And make sure we are around to help calm Brancis if necessary?"
"Oh absolutely. He is going to be a nightmare." Harry finished off his breakfast and a house elf came and took it away, bringing Harry some hot chocolate which had chilli in it. It was Yevgeniya's hot chocolate and Harry had insisted on having it every morning to help him wake up. Yevgeniya, yesterday when he had requested it, had blushed scarlet almost matching her hair, when Harry had announced that he could not start his day without the amazing drink. She had then made him one, brought it over, and Harry had given her a grateful kiss on the cheek which only made her blush more.
"I should buy her a present." Harry mused and Theodore looked up sharply, question written all over his face
"Who? Why?"
"Well she might be pregnant! And at the very least she's feeling poorly so I should get her a present. Do you know what she would like?"
"Um…I've never…she loved the flowers you bought her a few days ago."
"Ah yeah. She knows the language of flowers too. Do you have any books on the language of flowers upstairs in the library? That way I can buy something meaningful and not just pretty looking."
"Um…yes, yes I believe we do. I'll go and retrieve it for you." Theodore made to get up but Harry quickly stood.
"No, no. I'll go to the library myself. You don't need to worry about helping me. It was my idea." Theodore nudged him forwards with a scoff.
"You'd never find the book. And besides, I never considered the idea of buying a present for this occasion so I'm going to cash in on the mateship points by copying your gift idea."
They made it upstairs and Theodore immediately found the book on the language of flowers then Theodore accompanied Harry to the muggle village not too far away to get the flowers. They eventually bought a large bunch between them, the price souring up into the two hundred pound mark because it was such a huge bunch. They mixed flowers for both occasion together, the occasion should she be pregnant and the occasion should she just be poorly. The woman in the shop suggested that either way they would be a marvellous gift to behold and that the flowers would basically wish her luck at getting pregnant and staying in good health so they would be fine. The large bunch included various blossoms, plumeria, snowdrops, violets, wheat, lilies, honeysuckle, daisies, heliotrope, bells of Ireland, azaleas, soap wort, various carnations, celandine, gardanias and laurel.
They brought the bunch of flowers home and put them in a large vase. Then Theodore suggested that they go on a walk to get some lavender for devotion, oak leaves for strength and then to pick some roses from the garden. Harry didn't mind and it was a warm day so they went off down the incline at the back of the house and off down the fields to where some lavender was obviously growing. As they got closer they found it was actually a variety of heather.
"Did you bring the book? What does heather mean?" Theodore pulled out the language of flowers book and flicked through it while Harry got a closer look at all the flowers. Some were white, some pink but most were the lavender colour which had confused them from a distance.
"Um…heather, heather. H. E. A. Ah! Here. Lavender heather for admiration and solitude. Pink heather for good luck. White heather is for good luck as well, protection and apparently wishes will come true. That's promising. I say we pick some of each for Yevgeniya."
"Sure." Harry crouched and started pulling off the longest and strongest bits of heather for the bunch of flowers. "You know, if it's for protection and good luck, maybe we should come down here often and just pick some for her. I man I know it isn't actually 'real' but they can be used in potions too can't they? Palika is a potions mistress too so she could use it to brew with. It's also good in other things isn't it?"
"Yes it is. I'm sure Yevgeniya will find a good use for it you know. She used to love herbology and even potions. If she is pregnant she won't be able to make some potions but I'm sure she'll find uses for it. I think if you burn heather it smells quite nice too, so chances are we'll smell a lot of different herbs and flowers over the next few months if she is pregnant."
They continued gathering the heather until Theodore decided they had enough of each variety and suggested they try to find an oak tree to get some oak leaves. They walked and walked, the castle they had come from seeming to be miles away. They made it to the bottom of the tall hills at one point and every flower they saw they had to check against the language of flowers book to find out its meaning before either leaving it or picking it.
Four hours later, and a huge distance trekked, their basket was full to the brim with heather, lavender, bluebells, rosemary, marsh trefoil, dogwart, daisies, green-winged orchids, holly, primroses, clover, white violets, woodruff and iris. They didn't find an oak in the end, but considering everything else they had found Harry wasn't too bothered to be missing it. Besides, leaves in a bunch of flowers? Seemed a little pointless to Harry. Harry liked the rich variety of flowers he and Theodore had collected. They hadn't followed any theme except getting flowers which meant something to Yevgeniya's situation.
"I need a rest! I have not done so much walking in years!" Theodore protested as he shrugged of his outer cloak and threw it to the floor. The pureblood flopped down onto it and shut his eyes. He did look tired, Harry supposed, and it was quite a warm day. "Set up a ward would you? Then come and sit down for goodness sake. How you have so much energy I don't know, but you're making me feel old so sit!"
Harry laughed and cast a couple of muggle repelling wards and others. He then removed his own outer cloak so he could sit on that. He changed his mind and transfigured his cloak into a large blanket and started laying out the flowers he had found so he could bunch them up properly. He'd never had to make a bouquet himself before so this was a new experience. It didn't take long though, having absolutely no skills to speak of in flower arranging Harry merely sorted them so the colours looked about equal throughout the group then he transfigured a piece of his shirt into a ribbon and tied the bottom together.
"I think we've got more than enough." Theodore snorted at Harry's observation and Harry flashed him a wry grin. He couldn't help it if he was stating the obvious.
"Absolutely. Looks good though."
"Yeah. You think she'll like them?" Harry asked and caught Theodore rolling his eyes. Harry lay down and pushed gently on the pureblood's shoulder making Theodore laugh. "Shut up."
"Harry, Harry, Harry." Theodore rolled onto his side and lifted his head supporting it with his hand, his elbow pushing into the ground. Theodore ran a hand gently over Harry's chest. "Stop worrying. She will love them. If for no other reason than us traipsing around the Cairn Gorms for the last who knows how many hours just to find something for her, she will like them."
"Good."
"But just for the record, should you wish to gift me with anything I prefer books and not flowers and no amount of walking and getting sweaty will make up for you getting me flowers." Harry laughed and batted away the hand on his chest.
"Oh and what reason am I going to need to buy you a present for huh? You gonna get pregnant or something?" Harry teased and then laughed at the spectacular look of disgust that twisted onto Theodore's face. Theodore growled and rose up, in one swift moment he had Harry's hands pinned above his head and had Harry's body pinned to the ground with his own body.
"Don't even suggest it! Just to think such an appalling thing!" Theodore said, applying pressure enough to suggest he was punishing Harry for the comment. Harry laughed unable to stop it for a minute. His body shook with it and dislodged Theodore who released his hands and pushed his body between Harry's legs so he couldn't be dislodged again. Harry stopped laughing slowly, staring up at Theodore, unable to look anywhere else because Theodore's eyes had him pinned.
"Theodore?"
"Hm…you look stunning like this you know. All red cheeked glowing." Harry swallowed. It was like the mood had taken a complete 360o degree turn from humorous to serious. Theodore's eyes looked all over Harry's face and then settled on his lips. Harry felt his body heat and something in his muscles built, readying him for something.
Theodore shifted his body for a moment, then a hand touched Harry's cheek, stroking over it gently. Harry felt goose-bumps rise on his skin at the tenderness. Theodore ran his fingers over Harry's cheek and then a thumb ran over his bottom lip. Harry let his mouth drop open slightly and when the thumb left his lips Harry licked his lips. Theodore smiled and leaned down, lips so close to Harry's.
"You look happy Harry." Theodore whispered and his lips caressed the air just above Harry's lips, Harry feeling the words as Theodore spoke them in the small brushes of air and breath against his lips. It sent shivers down his spine. Harry shut his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the near touch. Oh it was tantalising. It was merely a hair's breadth away, less than a millimetre between them. Harry felt heat coil through his body. He didn't want that millimetre gap. Harry opened his eyes and found Theodore smiling above him, still no closer. Harry opened his mouth to beg or say something, but that movement made his lips touch Theodore's and he froze, the brief contact sparking through his body.
"You look happy. Happy and beautiful." Theodore said and shifted a minuscule amount with his body. Harry's eyes shut of their own accord that time, the tiniest shift allowing blood to rush south and sensitise his skin. Then there was no air touching his lips. No air at all, not even in his lungs.
"Mmm." Harry moaned, he heard it and he felt it, he felt an answering one from the chest above his. The vibrations hyper sensitised his lips more than just the pressure of Theodore's lips had. Theodore kissed like he was drinking Harry down, gentle and savouring. It wasn't rushed, it was slow and deep and warm and everywhere. It was like with every pass of Theodore's lips he was cherishing Harry and taking as well as giving love. It felt wonderful…beautiful.
"I wanted to keep you for myself today." Theodore whispered against Harry's lips, sneaking a kiss here and there after and between his words. Harry shuddered in a breath and opened his mouth seeking another kiss. It was shallow this time, pressure and heat. Lips slid over lips erotic and arousing. Theodore pulled back breathing a little laboured, his breath swirling and breezing over and into Harry's mouth. It left Harry gasping, breathing quick and wanting to gulp down. "I am so proud, so happy to call you ours Harry. I'm so elated you're ours."
"I didn't realise you-ah!" Harry got interrupted by Theodore gently kissing his chin then his neck. "I didn't realise you wanted me that much. It's not been long since we met again."
"Ah Harry…Last Sunday I met you. Last Saturday I wanted you. Last Monday I got you. I was patient all this week till you said yes. Now you're ours and I want you still…so much."
"That's still not long." Theodore pulled right back and loomed down over Harry, serious but glowing. His dark eyes glittered and his lips red and thick from the kisses.
"I'm a Destined Harry, and a Slytherin. When something's irrefutably indubitable, we don't like to wait."
"Oh? And I was definitely going to belong in the mateship then huh?" Harry questioned a little peeved but mostly curious. Theodore smiled, shark like but seductive.
"Oh you were mine since Dinner last Saturday, lunch on Monday was when I think you knew it too. Do you deny it?" Harry thought about it, briefly oh so very briefly. The looks and sneaky kisses and teasing at the Dinner table the first time Harry had sat down with them. The talking like it was a fact Harry would be joining them. The kisses and the soft and gentle emotions Theodore had stirred up in Harry's office. That urge just to have Theodore kiss him…the urge which was as strong then as it was now. It wasn't a short time to want somebody.
"It's undeniable." Harry muttered and Theodore's kiss felt and tasted like victory and joy all rolled into one soul splitting twist of his tongue as it dove into Harry. Harry felt like Theodore pierced into him but was still too far away. The kiss deeper than before, Theodore no longer drinking him but filling him and emptying him all at once.
Harry groaned, clutching Theodore around his shoulders and neck. He held him into the kiss pulling him harder than before, clutching at him. Theodore's body pressed down more, his full weight pressing Harry into the soft, spongy grassy ground. A hand trailed down Harry's side, quick and sure. It found the back of Harry's knee and pulled it up and around Theodore's waist. Harry keened out a whimper, the sound torn from him as delicious pressure built in his groin. His eyes rolled in their sockets and Harry ground his hips upwards making an answering groan throb through his mouth as Theodore appreciated the gyration.
"Harry I want…" Theodore didn't finish his words, just pressed his face into Harry's neck and licked, nibbled and sucked. Harry gasped ad groaned, the sensitive skin around his claiming bit buzzing with sensitivity. When Theodore touched it immense pleasure crashed through his body like waves to a beach. Harry clutched at Theodore's clothes then one hand at his hair and the other hand sliding under his shirt seeking skin to touch and rub and feel. Theodore pulled back immediately at the touch but before Harry could protest Theodore had pulled off his shirt and dived back down against Harry half naked and eager with his lips.
Harry moaned at the freedom he now had to feel bare skin. If there was one thing he had always loved about sex it was the nakedness and vulnerability of wearing nothing but one's skin. It was amazing and so intimate. Harry ran his hands up and down Theodore's back, touching and smoothing. He found dips before strong muscles bulged out. He found the hardness of shoulder blades and the ridged of Theodore's spine. Hand clutched at Harry's shirt and Theodore drew back again, peeling the shirt off Harry's body and tossing it aside. Then Theodore kissed and licked his way over Harry's chest. Harry mimicked the movement on Theo's body but with his hands not his lips.
"Theo…" Harry whispered in appreciation. Theo's name being too long to say without being shortened. Theo sighed and nibbled his way across Harry's collar bone. Harry jerked and lurched his hips upwards seeking friction again against his groin. Theo ground back in answer then pulled right away and off.
Harry gasped and cried out in protest but silenced when dexterous fingers made quick work of his trouser fly and waistband button. They were undone in split seconds and Theodore shoved them down. Harry moved his legs pushing them down further too desperate to be rid of the constriction they gave him. When Theodore grabbed his underwear and got rid of that too Harry thanked ever deity he'd ever heard of that he'd put up wards. From the grin Theodore gave him, his thanks hadn't been in his head. Just as Theodore leaned back to snatch Harry's underwear from around his ankles Harry unclasped Theo's trousers, pushing them open and shoving them down a little too immediately releasing Theodore from their restriction and quickly realising that Theodore did not have underwear.
"Uhhh." Harry sighed, arousal and heat flaring unbelievably. Harry touched Theodore appreciatively and Theodore flew into action. His trousers were gone and he was back atop Harry in less time than it took Harry to blink and keen with sensation. Theodore lifted both of Harry's legs up and up, bending Harry's body in half. Harry whined as he stretched his lower back muscles but pulled at Theodore's shoulders and tried to grip him tightly.
"I want you. I want you so badly." Theo muttered, trembling lips touching Harry's again and this time the completely bare skin between them making the pleasure and sensations crescendo. Harry gasped and jerked as best he could when caressed and pressed. Theodore groaned and his kiss became sloppy. Harry jerked again this time hard as a hand caressed his opening.
"Ah! Theo!" Harry's eyes snapped open, muscles straining and mouth open. Unable to coordinate his mouth in the kiss any longer Harry's entire focus became transfixed on Theodore's dark eyes and on that hand that touched and caressed and pressed on a place untouched before two nights ago.
"Harry…Harry please." Theo whimpered and pressed gentle kisses to every part of Harry's face he could reach. The touch doing nothing to calm the shock, but Harry sobbed into a deep kiss pulling Theo's lips against his again and kissing him with such a deep rooted desperation that Harry lost himself in it. His hips took on a mind of their own, doing their best at their angle to thrust and grate and wiggle to get more friction, more touching, more sensation, more just more. Harry felt the breach like it was barely more than a muscle being woken up. When the breach changed and grew Harry sought out something pleasant about it and moved and shook and undulated into and with it.
"Can I have you?" Theodore whispered, face alight with pleasure and so much passion. Harry gaped at him, lost in the pleasure. Theo kissed him, gently and beseechingly. Harry nodded and started a litany of begging with his lips and his words. Harry kissed wherever he could reach desperate for the intimacy.
"Please, please, please, please, yes…ah! Yes! Please! Theo please!" Heat speared through him, coiling and unfolding. Some stabs of pain tried to gnaw their way into his conscious mind but pleasure and kissing distracted Harry's focus completely. Pleasure built and built. Desire churning and bubbling inside Harry. Harry clawed at Theo grabbing and smoothing. A nipple was rubbed, ribs explored, nails scraping into Theo's back. Harry felt bruises form on his hip from Theo's left hand gripping it hard as Theo's body rocked and thrust. Theodore's other hand above Harry's head providing him balance and grounding Harry could do little beneath Theodore, just enjoy and praise and thank and ah!
"Ah! Oh yessss…ah ah please!" Pleasure spiralled out of control. A snarl and a grunt reached Harry's ears somehow though the violently loud beating and roaring. Harry tossed his head from side to side, he clutched and grabbed as the inferno through his body got more and more wild. His skin felt too tight for his body, the storm inside it growing too big. Harry was going to explore, he was going to lose it! He felt like he was losing his mind! He was so hot!
The inferno roared, hammered and clawed to get out of Harry's body. He moved this way and that, frantic to release it and frantic to have more and more and more. Something burning grabbed him and that touch felt like his hero! Pleasure, light and ecstasy overwhelmed Harry.
"AH!" He gasped loudly, the roaring in his ears becoming such a din that it blocked out any other sound. The inferno that raged inside him exploded out of him with such power and ferocity Harry shook and shook, body trying to jerk it out to help release it. Every muscle in his body tightened and tensed, straining and straining. The inferno raged seeming to take an age to leave and seeming to leave too quickly leaving only shaking and emptiness in the wake of such indescribable pleasure. Cold tried to set in, the pleasure and heat having left. But then Harry heard a noise, a loud victorious cry and fire exploded within him warming him to the core. Harry sighed, happy with the heat that replaced the emptiness.
"Harry…" Something gentle but wet, danced across his face. First it was in one spot, then another, then another. It smoothed over his skin leaving dots of wet that the air touched and dried and left sensitive skin behind. Harry opened his eyes to see what it was and saw a blurry Theodore pressing his face against Harry's and leaving those feelings. Harry smiled, passion fogged brain sluggishly coming to the conclusion Theodore was kissing him. Harry arched up a little, seeking a kiss and one was granted against his lips. This time it was slow, very slow and gentle. It touched and it caressed but was nothing more than a soft touch. What came behind the kisses was anything but. Harry's heart and stomach simmered and expanded with emotion, the feelings growing with every kiss.
"Theo." Harry sighed and moved his hands to hold Theodore's face, caress his cheeks and jaw. Theodore shut his eyes and seemed to bask in the touch, lips stretching forwards and placing gentle kisses to Harry's nose and lips. The emotions simmered a little more, bubbling over and Harry breathed up into Theodore's mouth. "Love."
Just one word, so much and so little. It was unaccompanied, Harry couldn't say any more though because his mind was still blanked out and spaced on bliss. Theodore didn't seem to care, and didn't seem able of any more either. He smiled and kissed Harry again.
"Oh, love." He muttered and kissed and kissed.
The bliss and elation that followed seemed to take forever to lift. Harry and Theodore lay wrapped up on their blanket for what felt like ages. Harry knew he slept through some of it because his dreams were strange, clouds and unicorns and a strange humming all inside the lounge of the Volos castle were so absolutely unreal that the images could be naught other than a dream. When he woke, he was on his side, head on Theo's chest and leg thrown over Theo's hips still as naked as the day he was born. As he shifted and lifted his head, Theodore took a large breath inward.
"Hey." Harry said, tongue thick and heavy and his mouth dry. He tried to lick his lips his mouth was parched. He barely managed a smile…then it receded into a yawn instead. Harry chuckled a little, Theodore chuckling too and running a hand through Harry's hair.
"Hey."
There wasn't much to say. Harry just smiled at Theodore and let his expression do the talking. He had always been expressive and he felt so, oh so, much inside him that it just had to reflect on his face. Something must have shown because Theodore smiled wider and his eyes glistened.
"Come on, let's go home." Theo whispered his voice barely comprehensible they were so quiet and so slurred. Harry nodded though and pulled back so they could both stand. Tired and worn out Harry reached for his clothes his muscles protesting to his movements. Harry groaned, the sound tearing from him, as he moved. His clothes felt odd against his skin, scratchy and strange. Still Harry slid them on, including the cloak which was no longer a blanket on the floor. Harry stood there then, feeling at a loss of what to do next. His brain was still sluggish, so very tired from everything so far that day. He was tired, thirsty and perhaps even a little hungry. It had been lunch time when they had settled on the blanket…who knew how long they had been there but it was probably mid-afternoon at least.
Harry looked at Theodore who was just pulling on the last of his clothes, the cloak from the floor. Harry sighed and stepped forwards, gluing himself to Theo's chest and feeling like a child just searching out somebody to do the thinking and directing for him. It was what he needed, to just not to have to do anything since he didn't know what to do. Theodore's arm came up and held him gently, holding Harry close and safe. Harry relaxed into the feelings, instincts high and gut reactions all that were controlling him at the moment. Harry closed his eyes and breathed. Theo's smell of parchment, ink and undertones of honey wafting around him, sweat and sex also present but ignored. The smell of the great outdoors barely registered either. Just Theodore.
"We'll apparate…I'll side-apparate us. Grab the basket and hold on to me." Harry nodded, brain registering the direction and muscles lethargically responding. Harry released Theo and reached down to put the bunch of flowers into the basket and pick the basket up. Then he wrapped his arms around Theo again and with the horrible feeling of being sucked through a drain pipe the Cairn Gorms disappeared and stone walls, wooden floors and a huge dark oak front door appeared in their place
Harry released Theo who opened the door and steered Harry inside. Harry could hear somebody talking, then he saw Tyshawn who looked as bouncy and happy as ever. Harry didn't think he could deal with Tyshawn right now. He had priorities. His first priority being a drink…a very large drink. His second being a soft and comfortable chair. Number three was going to be thought of later. Slow thinking and slow doing.
Not to be rude or hurt Tyshawn's feelings though Harry leaned in and gave the younger man a kiss on his cheek before wandering into the kitchen feeling drunk and wobbly. He placed the basket on the worktop and grabbed a cup. Filling it up with water Harry quickly chugged the water down then refilled the glass. Once he emptied that glassful he left the glass in the sink and wandered into the lounge. Step one complete, Harry collapsed into the sofa, leaned his cheek into it and closed his eyes relaxing.
"Our wayward wanderers return!" Harry opened his eyes and turned his head at Celeste's voice and saw her standing at the door to the back garden with her straw hat on and a large smile. Harry could now make out the sounds of children laughing outside. Theodore wandered over to Harry, lips wet from where he had obviously had a drink, and he plopped himself into the chair with his body touching Harry's where he sat. Harry curled close again, wanting nothing more than to be touching with Theo once more. An arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders as he curled in close and it pulled him tightly too, it was firm and inviting as well as controlling and restricting. Harry sighed and closed his eyes enjoying the touch and the heartbeat beneath his ear.
"Wow you two look absolutely shattered. Where have you been? You've been gone all morning and you missed lunch. Brancis wasn't happy but Yevgeniya saw your flowers on the dining table and looked so delighted that I think he forgot about it all and he took her out to a restaurant."
"We went to collect some more flowers for Yevgeniya. We found loads too but it's taken us hours and when we stopped to rest…well…let's just say we didn't exactly rest." Theodore dissolved into gentle laughter at the end of his explanation and from the tinkling sound in the air Celeste joined in too. A warm body came and pressed against Harry's back. Drowsily Harry opened his eyes and looked behind him seeing Tyshawn holding two plates of sandwiches.
"Here, one for each of you." Tyshawn said and Harry smiled. Tyshawn was so kind.
"Thank you." Harry whispered, throat no longer dry but it was still hard to coordinate his oral muscles to articulate words with full sound. Tyshawn smiled and handed Harry his plate while Theodore took his. Harry ate two of the sandwiches before leaning forwards and putting the plate on the table. "Phew…I am exhausted."
"Yeah well we were walking for hours." Theodore said and Harry nodded knowing that. Theodore's voice then got cheeky. "And of course the sex was so utterly mind blowing you're bound to be exhausted."
Harry felt his face flame but since Tyshawn and Celeste fell about laughing Harry could only chuckle along too.
It wasn't too long afterwards that Celeste convinced Theodore and Harry to go upstairs and have a shower and get some clean clothes. There was a brief pause outside of the room designated as Harry's where neither seemed to know if they should stay together or part. They just stood there and stared at each other for a few moments. It was Asguard who made the decision for them. He ambled his way along the corridor and snorted at them.
"You two are practically having sex with your eyes." He laughed and clapped Theodore on the shoulder. Harry felt his face flame and the spell was broken, Harry looking down at the floor in embarrassment. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Asguard remove his hand from Theodore's shoulder and back away a bit with his hands held up in surrender. "Oops…don't mind me! Forget I said anything!"
Harry let out a rueful laugh as Asguard paced down the corridor backwards for a bit before turning and increasing his pace to leave them alone. Theodore's warmth slipped away from him and Harry glanced up to see Theodore looking rather regretful too
"I shall see you in a bit then." Theodore said and Harry nodded going inside his room to his en suite.
When Harry made it downstairs freshly showered and wearing some summer shorts and t-shirt he found Yevgeniya sitting on a chair in the lounge carefully putting the bunch of wildflowers into a large vase, Brancis hovering over her.
"Ah…you found them then. Sorry, Theodore and I collected them and we were going to kind of going to present you with them." Harry said and crossed the room to sit opposite her. Yevgeniya smiled, face flushed but bright eyed and glowing. She looked at him with such joy in her eyes that Harry felt his emotions swell again. "Do you like them?"
"Oh Harry! They are perfect! Thank you!" Yevgeniya got up and walked around the table. She slid herself into Harry's lap, half sitting on one of his legs and wrapped her arm around his neck pulling him into a soft kiss. Harry smiled and closed his eye accepting the kiss and gently returning the pressure. Yevgeniya kept the kiss small and light, giving him several kisses instead of one prolonged one. It was so affectionate but also shy that Harry slid an arm around her back and stoked up and down it.
"I assume it is good news then." Harry's ears perked at Theodore's voice but he didn't pull back from Yevgeniya. If the shy woman had enough courage to kiss him, the newest mate to their group, Harry wasn't going to deny her. And it was so lovely kissing a gentle woman, her shyness and sweetness conveyed in the kisses and Harry did not want the caring and affection to stop. He lifted a hand and cupped her cheek gently. The kisses stuttered a little, she almost pulled back and Harry spurred into a slight panic not wanting to upset her confidence. He smiled though his eyes were closed and hoped she'd either see it or feel it. He stroked her cheek and ran his fingers gently over her back. Yevgeniya remained unmoving for a moment then sighed against his lips and resumed her careful kisses. Harry grinned and his elation reached heights he'd not had before.
"Get everybody else in here please Theodore. Yevgeniya has an announcement." Brancis said with a rough voice. Yevgeniya did pull back then and awarded Harry with a stunning smile as she slid from his lap and back around the table to where she had sat before. Harry touched his lips briefly and met Yevgeniya's shy glance over the table. Her cheeks flamed little more and her head ducked but her smile remained wide.
Harry looked up at Brancis who seemed to be larger than life with the pride and smug look he wore, it was different than normal but then again Harry assumed the news was good as Theodore had said. Harry looked to Theodore who returned with Asguard, Tyshawn, Celeste and the children trailing behind him. Theodore smiled at him crossed the room and sat down next to him, arm about Harry's shoulders. Everybody else found somewhere to sit, Rene wiggling onto Theodore's lap making the man groan and remove his arm from Harry's shoulders so he could hug his son. Dimitri sat next to Celeste and Tyshawn got pulled into Asguard's lap as the big man sat down.
"Yevgeniya? What's the news?" Celeste asked and Brancis put a hand on Yevgeniya's shoulder as if he was somehow transferring strength and courage to speak. Yevgeniya didn't seem to need it though because she lifted her head high, a huge smile spread across her face and a glow and sparkle about her that exuded her delight.
"I am vith child." She announced, accented but with glee in each and every word. The room erupted, Harry's voice included in the commotion as he offered his congratulations. Yevgeniya sat there, looking alive and proud as everybody cheered for her and praised her. The only sign of any discomfort at the attention was in the way she fiddled with a piece of rare white heather.
"Oh when are you due?"
"A baby? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Mamka does that mean we get to have another brother to play with?"
"Yevgenya is due sometime in December and has decided not to know the gender of the baby. It has been confirmed however that the child is Tyshawn's." Brancis announced with a smile and turned his gaze to Tyshawn who went rather pale.
"Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph…" Tyshawn breathed and flopped back into his chair looking shell shocked. Asguard snickered and tapped Tyshawn's cheek lightly.
"Come on Pops, don't be getting all squeamish now. You've got some busy months ahead of you!" Asguard teased but Tyshawn's eyes rolled back into his head and a strangled whimper spilled from his mouth as he fainted.
"Oh no…is it not good?" Yevgeniya said looking worriedly at Tyshawn. Asguard just laughed and continued trying to rouse Tyshawn.
Celeste laughed a little but Theodore offered the worried looking woman some comfort. "This is a wonderful thing Yevgeniya and I'm sure Tyshawn will be so happy he will hound you nonstop to see if you need anything. I think it was just a bit of a shock to know it was his."
"Oh." Yevgeniya didn't look convinced so Harry leaned forwards at the same moment Brancis leaned down. Brancis gave her a kiss to her cheek and spoke gently in her ear but Harry reached out and took her hand from her lap where it was twiddling with the heather. He stroked it gently and smoothed over her skin. When Brancis stopped talking and Yevgeniya switched her focus to Harry he smiled at her.
"I think your Christmas present to Tyshawn will be the best present anybody can ever hope to receive. Congratulations, I'm so happy for you." Yevgeniya sobbed though her smile and nodded her head, still smiling brightly despite the tears building in her eyes and wobbling over onto her cheeks.
"Huh…wha…oh my God! I'm going to be a Daddy! I'm going to be a Daddy! This is amazing! Oh my God I can't believe it! Wow!" Tyshawn had obviously come around and went immediately into over drive. He ran around the table, knocked Harry's hand out of the way and gave Yevgeniya s fast but sloppy kiss. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm going to be a Daddy! Yeah!"
Yevgeniya laughed pure and genuine laughter her tears spilling over and down her cheeks as she laughed. Tyshawn bounded of up to the library yelling something about baby books and baby names and pregnancy books and a catalogue to look at baby things. Harry couldn't help it, he started laughing too and eventually the whole room started laughing.
It was a good day!
AN: Cool so, another chapter through. Just as an update chapter 19 is completed now and I'm looking to start writing chapter 20 tomorrow after work or Sunday. The big delay this week has been my new temporary job which has been over full time and the only reason you did end up getting this chapter today is because my medication took away my pain for a few hours to write and post! Yay! I hate meds! I don't take them normally but I've hurt my back and every movement hurt and my mother stood over me and watched me take the medicine.
Word of warning to everybody…keep your back straight and bend your knees to lift up things without causing injury! OW OW OW! You don't realise how much damage little tiny babies and toddlers can cause…ow.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to ignore my AN just above! Hope everybody's well though!