Author's Note: Final installment, and fit in some more smut for you before the fluff. Enjoy!

"Well, you survived your first Weasley family event," Harry murmured. They had just put their boys to bed and drifted back to the living room. "I must warn you, except in their rare case that something comes up, we go to every Sunday lunch."

"Noted," Draco replied, lounging on the sofa.

Harry settled beside him. "Thank you, for today," he said softly.

Draco pulled him into a kiss he happily returned. "How could I do any other?" he asked softly, breath hot on Harry's kiss-wet lips. His expression turned thoughtful.

"What?"

"I have something I want to ask you about, but I think it'll ruin the mood."

"Ask anyway. I can always choose not to answer," he replied, deliberately paraphrasing Draco's words from the previous day.

Draco smiled. "Arthur said some things to me, when he sent you off to sort out the children. Some of them made sense, others…"

"Like?" Harry prompted.

"I always knew you would make an amazing parent. Given the lengths you were willing to go to, for your friends, you were bound to go even further for your children. But why would you think you wouldn't be good with children? Arthur said it was something to do with your past." Harry sighed. "You don't have to tell me," he stated.

"I know," Harry replied, corner of his mouth quirked. "I'm pretty sure you, and your fellow Slytherins, were under the impression that I was a pampered, spoilt brat, that had every whim catered to by my relatives. Am I right?" Draco nodded. "That was my cousin, not me. Let's just say, that it wasn't the most pleasant upbringing. If it hadn't been for Molly and Arthur's parenting example, I would have been terrified of being a parent, even though I've loved every child from the moment they were conceived." He paused for a moment. "You might be surprised to discover that the closest I came to hating someone, was not Severus, or Voldemort, but was in fact my Aunt, Uncle and cousin," he stated. "There was more than one reason I loved staying at the Burrow," he breathed. "It also meant I'd escaped Privet Drive."

Draco pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the brunet protectively. "I'm sorry I brought it up."

"It's okay," Harry breathed, resting his head on Draco's chest. "I would have told you at some point, and it's probably better that I told you now." He sighed again. "There's always a moment, when I'm pregnant, that it all comes rising to the surface, again. Much better you have an inkling before it happens – it would be a nightmare to have to tell you about it then." He let out a small laugh. "Though this isn't what I had in mind when I brought you downstairs," he admitted ruefully.

"What did you have in mind?" he drawled. Harry flushed. "Now you have to tell me," he murmured with a predatory grin.

Harry fought back a smile, badly. "Molly did suggest…giving you a reward for being brave enough to go to the Burrow," he admitted softly. "I hadn't quite thought through what that might be, but I had thought that I would bring you downstairs for it."

"And given your blush, you were thinking something…naughty?" he questioned suggestively.

"Yes," Harry admitted, blush increasing.

"You don't have to Harry," he spoke gently.

"But I want to," the brunet responded earnestly. "It's a point of pride for Gryffindors to be brave, almost to the point of idiocy or recklessness. Slytherins on the other hand are wiser, look before leaping, calculate. It almost went against your nature to take the risk of going with me to the Burrow, and I do want to give you a reward for that." He licked his lips nervously. "I just don't quite know what to do for that reward." He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. "I've still got my Gryffindor tie?" he offered.

Draco smirked predatorially. "I like the way you think love," he purred, pulling Harry into a deep, messy kiss. "I'll have to bring mine with me next time," he continued, stroking Harry's waist.

"Too bad we didn't get to keep our Quidditch uniforms," Harry breathed.

Draco shuddered. "Now there's an idea. Think we could get someone to babysit?"

"Sure. Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Because if we're going to do it, we may as well be thorough," he replied suggestively. "Tie," he reminded.

"Accio tie," he spoke and a Gryffindor tie flew to his hand. Draco's eyebrows rose. "I don't have any other ties," Harry murmured, flicking up his collar and looping the tie around it with practised movements.

"Some skills don't leave you, do they?" Draco asked as he knotted the tie for the brunet. He retrieved his wand and tapped it on Harry's shirt, turning it white. He appraised him from head to toe. "Close enough," he murmured as he stood. With another flick of the wrist he transfigured the sofa into a school desk. "Perfect," he breathed appreciatively.

Harry gripped the edge of the desk on either side of his parted thighs. "I thought I was supposed to be giving you a reward," he teased brows raised.

"You are," Draco replied with a smirk. He closed the distance between them to kiss the brunet hungrily, claiming with lips and tongue until Harry moaned.

He pulled back and leant close until his lips were by Harry's ear. "Gryffindor Golden boy all alone, late at night. What were you planning?" he drawled.

"Nothing," Harry squeaked.

Draco chuckled. "I don't think I believe you," he drawled slowly. "Do you know what I think?" Harry shook his head. "I think…that you came here looking for company," he breathed suggestively, making Harry blush. "And given your choice of attire," he murmured, fingering Harry's Gryffindor tie, "I would say that person isn't from your House."

"I-I-" Harry stuttered, until Draco rested his fingers over the brunet's lips.

"I find I don't like the thought of you being with someone else," he stated, making Harry shiver. "How about you have me for company instead?"

Harry sucked the tips of Draco's fingers into his mouth, making the blonde shiver. He released them with a lewd pop and met Draco's gaze challengingly. "I came here, hoping I might bump into you," he declared, desire bright in his eyes.

Draco pulled Harry into a heated kiss, smirking at the moan he inspired. He retreated until they were only inches apart, his breath fanning Harry's kiss-darkened lips. "Show me what you want," he breathed hotly. Harry's hands reached for the neck of his shirt. "Leave the tie," he ordered breathily.

With a grin, Harry undid all the buttons of his shirt, pulled the material from his trousers, and parted it until it framed his torso. "Like what you see?" he asked breathily.

Draco's smirk was predatory. "Absolutely. In fact," he breathed temptingly, "I like it so much, I'd love to see more."

Keeping his eyes locked with Draco's, Harry undid his trousers, his hard cock springing free of its confines. He gulped visibly as he waited for the blonde's reaction.

The Slytherin raked his gaze suggestively down the Gryffindor's body, eyes coming to rest heatedly on his weeping cock. "Poor little lion," he breathed, voice temptation personified, "feeling horny?" Harry nodded, eyes dark with lust. "Want me to suck your cock Harry?" Harry nodded again, licking his lips. Draco leant forward until his lips were against the brunet's ear. "Good," he breathed hotly. "I've wanted to for ages," he declared, and dropped to his knees before the brunet had the chance to do more than moan.

His tongue flicked over the head, lapping up beads of precome, before he swallowed his lion's cock. Harry cried out. He rose off of his lion's cock, locking heated silver with lust-filled emerald, before he took his lion deep again. His lips touched the brunet's pelvis and he swallowed.

Harry came, and Draco rose off of his glistening shaft before he swallowed. He looked over his debauched lion with satisfaction. Harry's smile was warm. "I would never," he spoke breathily, "wish away our kids, but just imagine how different our lives would have been, if we'd done that in school."

"Very," Draco agreed. With a couple of flicks of his wand, his lion's shaft was clean and tucked back into his trousers, before a jewellery box landed in his palm.

"Draco?" he breathed.

The blonde shifted so that he was on one knee and flicked open the box, revealing the ring nestled inside. "Will you marry me?"

"What about your parents?" he murmured.

"I informed them of my intentions before I brought Scorpius over for his playdate," he stated. "They gave me the family ring to give to you." Harry's expression softened. "You haven't given me an answer," he drawled.

"Yes," Harry breathed, holding his hand out, fingers splayed. Draco slipped the ring onto his finger and rose, tugging his lion to his feet. Harry cradled Draco's face in his hands and kissed his snake sweetly. "I'm looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together, our children being officially one family, and having any future children the old-fashioned way."

"I like the sound of that," he murmured and kissed him before gently removing his hands. "We'll tell our sons in the morning," he stated, restoring the sofa with a flick of his wand. "But now," he spoke, scooping up his lion bridal style, "we are going to celebrate tonight."

"I like the sound of that," Harry murmured, snuggling close.