Here is the third chapter of Arthur and his terrible day! Your comments and feedback are truly amazing! Sorry that this is not edited too much, I literally just finished this and might actually start crying if I had to edit the sex scene! Yes! You heard me! There is a sex scene, but first professionally written sex scene and you wanna know what I looked up to write this? How to describe a penis… Yes, I am almost nineteen and do not know how to describe a penis! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and comments will be responded to at the end!
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"Harry? Harry can you hear me?" While he loved Hermione, she did not have to speak in his ear like he was deaf. He guessed that it was probably safe to assume that however with how life liked to play with him. Harry grunted in response to her question, moving his head away from her voice. His head ran into another's hand, a calloused thumb stroking over his cheek. He nuzzled the hand briefly, fighting with his eyes to open.
"Harry!" A small voice cheered, another shushing her gently. The raven haired man finally worked his eyes open, wincing at the brightness of the room. He fought through it however, not wanting to give the others anymore fear than he probably already caused. His head was throbbing slightly, but the pain from before was not present. When his eyes focused, he was face to face with Arthur Weasley. The older man looked tired and relieved at the same time. He was holding Harry's left hand; Harry was sure that it was Hermione holding his other hand. Arthur had Harry's knuckles pressed against his lips as he stared at him intently. Harry struggled to move his fingers, but when he did he stroked Arthur's jaw tenderly and nodded his head slightly. Fred's words still echoed in his head. It would be best to consummate their bond sooner than to sleep first. Harry felt like he could sleep for a week. "Daddy," Victoire whined, struggling in her father's hold. Harry tore his eyes away from Arthur, grinning at Bill. He carefully pulled his hand from Hermione and held it out towards Victoire. Bill looked unsurely at his father before setting Victoire on the bed at his nod.
"Careful Vic. Uncle Harry will not be well for a while, almost like mummy when she gets sick," Bill instructed, watching his daughter latch onto Harry and bury her face in his chest. He had seen Harry with Teddy and knew that his daughter was in safe hands.
"Hey firefly," Harry whispered to the blonde toddler, rubbing her back with his free hand. He was reluctant to let go of Arthur at the moment so he hoped that Hermione did not mind too much. He carefully turned his head to look at his best friend, grinning at the sight of perched on George's thighs, the twin holding her steady. "Finally found the right book have you?" He teased, only laughing harder when she smacked his arm. "Hey! I'm the injured one!" Harry scolded, though Hermione probably did not care. After almost ten years, Harry hurt was a regular occurrence.
"Of course you are. Heard from Draco that you took a nosedive in the middle of the Auror office," Hermione scoffed, shaking her head at Harry disapprovingly. Harry groaned at the knowledge that Malfoy knew.
"That git is never going to let me live it down, is he?" He asked, Hermione beaming at the knowledge. Draco, surprisingly, was Harry's main partner on most of his missions. Ron, since he did not finish his core education and barely passed his exams and trials, was confined mostly to desk work. "Don't look so pleased with yourself," he grumbled with a huff. He reached out and tapped George's hand to get his attention. "Speaking of gits, you know who I saw after my nosedive. Your mirror image," Harry said, practically feeling the tension grow in the room. Arthur's hand tightened on his and Harry held back equally as hard. He would be in this together with Arthur now.
"Yeah?" George's voice cracked, trying to portray calm, but anyone could see his nerves. From Hermione's wince, Harry was willing to bet that George was holding her tight without really noticing.
"Yeah. Said 'about time the soft sod finally confessed to our bookworm.' He also called me dad," Harry said, watching George laugh, his eyes distant as if he was thinking of how Fred would have said it. How his face would look, laughing at his brother's crush. Hermione smiled at the comment, wrapping her arm around George's shoulders and pulling his upper body to her. He buried his head in her shoulder, his shoulders shaking with silent tears. Harry looked around at the Weasleys, realizing they would be his family soon, his sons as well as Arthur's. The elder brothers had Percy sandwiched between them, though Percy's face was buried in Bill's shoulder. Fred's death had been hard on Percy, especially since Percy had been near when Fred had fallen and he had not gotten to fully apologize for all that he had put his family through. Harry briefly wondered where Ron was.
"Ah Mr. Potter, it is good to see you awake," the doctor said, coming further into the room cautiously. Removing the block had meant that Harry's magic was unstable and anyone that came near the room, let alone walked in, could feel the power of Harry. "Perhaps some privacy for the next few exams?" The words seemed to get everyone into motion, Charlie coming to collect Victoire and taking her out. Bill and Hermione both led out the crying Weasley brothers, closing the door behind them. This left only Harry, Arthur and the doctor in the room. "Okay Mr. Potter, what do you know about magical core blocks?" Dr. Nolan asked, looking between him and Arthur carefully. Harry could tell that he was trying to approach the topic as if Harry knew nothing.
"I know about everything pertaining to me. The block, the soulmate bond, the potions," Harry informed, the fingers in Arthur's grasp reaching out to stroke his jaw once more. They were not bonded yet but he could feel Arthur's magic. Protective and strong, cautious currently. He was worried about what Harry was going to do.
"Can I ask how?" Dr. Nolan asked, hoping that Harry was not aware of all of these things and allowed them to happen. No sane wizard would let anyone poison them.
"Where I went, when I was out, it was like some kind of in between world. Like the place I went when Voldemort destroyed the horcrux inside of me. Only it was in the form of the Forbidden Forest. There were people there with me as well. Fred Weasley," Both looked at Arthur, the red head man ducking his head slightly in sorrow. He still missed his son greatly, especially with the anniversary coming up. Harry reached forward, tugging Arthur's head closer and pressing it to his side. He would love for Arthur to get some rest before they had to consummate their bond, but at the very least, he could cry without having to feel ashamed. Arthur rested his head on Harry's stomach, his face towards Harry, but his brown eyes were closed. Harry could feel the wetness of tears, but he did not make light of them. He simply ran his fingers through the short, greying locks and hummed softly to him.
"Who else was there beside Mr. Weasley's son?" Dr. Nolan asked, feeling bad that he interrupted such a tender moment. Though the moment did solidify in his mind that Harry Potter and Arthur Weasley were a good match. Both had hearts of golden and a love for family like no other.
"My parents, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Nymphadora Lupin," Harry listed off, rubbing the tense muscles in Arthur's neck. Harry eyed the quick-quotes quill next to the doctor writing down whatever was being said. Dr. Nolan noticed his stare and smiled apologetically.
"Nothing you say will be shared outside of St. Mungo's, I promise you Mr. Potter. We are simply documenting what happens since not much is known about people with blocks on their cores. Truthfully, they do not live passed five in most cases. For you to reach twenty, especially with it strengthened, is astonishing," the doctor noted, nodding his head. Harry could see the curiosity in his eyes, but he was no science experiment. He had enough of being the boy that everyone stared at. He wanted to just be Harry. Arthur was his chance for that.
"My entire life since birth has been astonishing," Harry deadpanned, smirking slightly when a grin slipped on Arthur's lips. It was good to see the older man smiling again. He had not seen him do that much since Fred's funeral.
"Yes it has Mr. Potter," the doctor smirked back, shaking his head at the two. Yes, a good match indeed. "I trust you know what must take place now Mr. Potter and what will happen after?" Harry could feel his insides twist at the thought of having sex with Arthur, but his cock also stirred at the thought. Like he said, Arthur was not hard on the eyes.
"Yes, thank you for your help. I will probably have to say in the hospital for a while after?" He asked, feeling Arthur's fingers rub his arm soothingly. Everyone knew that Harry hated hospitals. Arthur did not care for them much either. Dr. Nolan nodded before taking his leave, the two left by themselves. Harry did not need to examine the door to know that it was silenced and had a strong privacy charm on it. No one would could see what was going on in here.
"Harry?" Arthur whispered, slowly sitting up straight to look at the youth. Harry's skin felt heated under Arthur's gaze that could be an effect from the dirty thoughts racing through his mind right now about the many ways Arthur could have him. "Are you sure about this? I'm sure if I just stay here, your magic with settle with time," never in all the time that Harry had known Arthur had he seen him so unsure. The younger wizard grabbed Arthur's face, halting his ramblings.
"You and I both know that will not help. This is the only way. Besides, I could not think of someone better," an unfamiliar fire flashed in Arthur's eyes that set Harry's stomach alight. He had a feeling that Arthur was going to show him just how he made seven children with Molly. The thought of the Weasley Matriarch made Harry pause.
"I'm sorry about your marriage and your family…" Harry whispered, plucking at the loose strands on the blanket instead of meeting Arthur's eyes. It was only when those calloused fingers grazed his chin, pulling it up that green eyes finally met brown.
"None of this was your fault Harry. Molly chose to do this out of greed and Ginny and Ron just followed along with her plans. But you are not blame in this," Arthur assured, his eyes turning worried at the sad look on Harry's face.
"Ron was involved?" Harry's voice was rough with emotion, not being able to stop the tears as they welled up in his eyes. Sure they had been butting heads since Ron's break up with Hermione and because he was put on desk work, but they were still friends. Best mates. Ron was, or now had, been his first true human friend. His first friend being Hedwig, though she was gone now too. Arthur, spotting the tears, quickly moved up onto the bed, pulling the youth to his chest and cradling him there. In that moment, it felt like he was just comforting one of his sons and not his soulmate.
"Shhh, I thought you said you knew about the potions?" Arthur's voice was gently, almost thirty years of parenting to thank for that. Harry's tears were abundant now, falling freely as he pressed his face into Arthur's chest. While the older man had been getting a bit rounder in age, the years of hard work left him in good shape.
"I knew of the love potions… What did Ron do?" Harry asked gently, reaching up to brush the tears off his face. Arthur ran his fingers through Harry's hair, trying to calm the raven haired man down.
"Loyalty and friendship," Arthur whispered, his heart breaking at Harry's heartbreaking sob. He held the man tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his hair. He had never seen Harry this broken. It almost reminded him of George breaking down over Fred's body. He was positive that it must have felt the same since Harry and Ron had been friends for nine years. Or at least what Harry thought was friendship. Arthur held Harry tighter, rubbing his back. "I am sorry Harry. Had I known I would have stopped them," Arthur soothed, wishing that he could make it better.
"Why is it that every in my life goes wrong? Why can't my life be normal for once? I just want to be Harry," the raven haired man cried, pulling back to look at Arthur. The red head man's heart broke at the sight of the broken green eyes. Arthur caressed his cheek, wiping away his tears.
"You will be just Harry. I will do everything to ensure you are just Harry. We, our family Harry, will help you find normal," Arthur whispered, his voice full of promise. The younger man in his arms shot up from position, his body aching from no use, knocking Arthur back onto the bed and pinning him down.
"Even this isn't normal! I am destined to be with a married man with seven children already? Ruin a family because the greedy ones want my money? I killed one of your sons for fuck's sake Arthur!" Harry gasped as Arthur flipped them, pinning him back into the bed. Anger was written on his face, turning a bit red from the emotion.
"Don't you ever say that again!" Arthur hissed, his voice deathly as he glared down at Harry. His body was trembling and Harry could see where Ron had gotten his traits of anger.
"It is the truth! If I had just killed Voldemort or if I could have just let him kill me maybe," Harry's rant was cut off when lips slammed into his, a hand clutching the bed next to his head. Arthur was kissing him… The older man was still trembling, but his lips were confident – experienced even – as they moved against Harry's. With the lack of response from Harry, Arthur made to move away, but the younger man let out a whine in protest wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck and kissing him back finally. Arthur threw himself into the kiss, settling over Harry. One hand held him up while the other ran down Harry's side tenderly. Arthur slowly pulled away, looking down at Harry. Both were panting and their lips swollen from the passionate kiss. Arthur rested his other elbow on the other side of Harry's head, holding himself up with his elbows.
"Do not talk like that again. It was Fred's choice as it was all of ours. I miss my boy every day, but loss is the main factor of war," Arthur said, shifting his weight so he could caress Harry's cheek. "I do not know what I would do without you Harry… Even without knowing about the bond, you are too dear to my heart," Arthur admitted, looking a tad guilty that he had these feelings. Harry was willing to guess that Arthur may have had these feelings for a while and felt guilty since he was married at the time and Harry was underage. He reached up to caress Arthur's cheek, his tears slowly coming to a stop.
"You are dear to me too," he whispered, stretching his neck up to press another kiss to Arthur's lips. Consummating their bond was not a choice, but they could both still enjoy it. Harry's fingers moved to Arthur's chest, already beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. Arthur moved his lips from Harry's and moved down his neck, sucking love bites there. He would not have thought that Arthur would be into hickeys so late in his life, but he was not personally complaining about the show of ownership. Harry stilled Arthur's hand from pulling down the blanket that covered up most of Harry's decency, tilting his head to look at him.
"Have I done something wrong?" Arthur's voice was confused and wary.
"No, absolutely not. I just thought to give you a bit more motivation," Harry replied, a grin slipping on his lips. Arthur imitated Harry, leaning down and pressing his lips firmly over Harry's.
"Yeah? What more initiative could I need love?" The use of the pet name had Harry arching into Arthur's touch. The older filed that knowledge away for later. Arthur went back to attacking the unmarked side of Harry's neck.
"Fred said something else, that he wasn't supposed to tell me," Arthur hummed into Harry's neck, pushing the blanket off of Harry blindly, leaving the man in simply his boxers. St. Mungo's cared a lot less about the patient's clothing than the Hogwarts Infirmary did. "He said we would have a 'litter' of little Weasleys," Harry smirked, feeling Arthur tense next to him.
"Truly?" Arthur whispered, as if speaking louder would make it false. Harry nodded his head, reaching forward to push Arthur's shirt off his torso. He scanned the tan flesh appreciatively, biting his lips as he took in the muscles that were usually hidden by shirts. It clearly showed that Arthur Weasley worked for the life he lived. Harry would make sure he never had to want for anything ever again. "Adopted?" Arthur questioned further, looking at Harry with a thousand emotions in his eyes. Hope and desire being the strongest.
"Natural born," Harry confirmed, letting out a laugh when Arthur tackled him back onto the bed and began to attack his chest with his kisses. The raven haired boy simply laced his fingers into Arthur's hair and let the older man have his fun.
"You are a blessing Harry Potter," Arthur smiled up at him, his face laced with astonishment. Natural birth was rare for same sex couples, but Harry's life did not know the definition of rare.
"Yes, yes, but it seems like we will never get there!" Harry was teasing of course, but he did not expect that determination that slipped into Arthur's eyes. The older man was out of the bed in a matter of seconds, stripping out of his trousers and his underclothing. Harry watched transfixed as Arthur's underwear fell to reveal a thick cock. He was not the longest that Harry has seen, he did live in a boy's dormitory along with staying plenty of nights over a the Weasleys, but he was thick. Besides Arthur had seven children to prove that he knew how to use his cock. Harry's own shaft twitched in anticipation, taking in Arthur fully. From his greying red hair to his sturdy arms to his strong legs. Harry had surely lucked out in this arrangement.
"Seems you are overdressed for this situation love," Arthur teased, reaching out to pull Harry's boxers off and tossed them into the clothes pile next to the bed. Harry's own cock was long, but not very thick. It also bent to the left, but that was a weird detail to think about at a time like this. Though Harry could not help, but compare their cocks – like any guy would mind you – and then let out a shudder when he thought of the only expierence he had with sex. "Are you cold?" Arthur asked, worry shifting back into his voice as he climbed on the bed with Harry. He did not even wait for an answer before he brought the blanket up to wrap around them carefully. Harry shook his head, kissing Arthur's shoulders as it was the closest limb to him.
"Thinking of my sexual history," Harry said honestly, his lip twitching in disgust. He had only ever been with Ginny and had no experience with another. At least she had given him some expierence with having things in his ass. Perhaps she had done something useful for him after all. Arthur's face darkened when he realized what Harry was talking about and pressed their lips together quickly.
"I'll be careful with you. Unless you wanted to be the top?" Even in his sincerity, Harry could hear the unsureness in Arthur's voice. He was the dominant partner and Harry would not want him to do anything out of his comfort zone. Maybe later on down the road, when their relationship is defined and they can discuss these things. But today, Harry was getting fucked.
"A miss out on this gorgeous cock?" Harry asked, reaching between them and grabbing ahold of Arthur's cock. He had never held another man's cock before, but he knew what he liked and slowly moved his hand up and down. He used some of Arthur's pre-cum to actually slick his movement. He took great pleasure in listening to Arthur grunt in surprise and then from sensation.
"Mm good choice. Wouldn't want to miss out on having you wrapped tightly around my 'gorgeous cock,'" Arthur teased, though his words were choppy as Harry's hand sped up. "Move up the bed," Arthur instructed, groaning as Harry released him, but knew he would rather be in Harry sooner rather than later. Arthur tucked a pillow under Harry's hips, raising his ass up a bit and displaying Harry's most intimate part to Arthur. The red head let out a groan at the sight, his fingers gripping Harry's calve tightly. It was almost bruise worthy, but neither cared at the moment.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Harry said, a bit flustered with how hotly Arthur was staring at him. He looked like a man dying of thirst and Harry was a tall drink of water. Arthur smirked at the younger wizard's muggle reference – he was finally getting the hang of them! – leaning over him to press their lips together.
"Why would I take a picture when I have access to the real thing?" Arthur asked innocently, though the roll of his hips that had their cocks brushing together was anything but innocent. Harry grunted, rocking his hips up to meet Arthur's. They spent a few minutes there enjoying the drag of their cocks against the others. Arthur finally reached over for his wand, Harry turning his attention to Arthur's neck to leave his own marks. Harry did not have much to compare it to, but the intimacy with Arthur was far better than with Ginny. Then again Ginny never showed him complete pleasure, always wanting to take the pleasure. The cool feeling spreading through his ass brought his attention back to the present.
"What the hell can magic not do?" Harry asked, knowing the familiar feel of lube in him. Though Ginny had not used too much and especially not the spell version. Harry's thoughts of Ginny were cut off when a finger was suddenly within him. Ginny definitely did not do this part!
"I am starting to get jealous of what keeps stealing your attention," Arthur teased, his finger slowly stretching out Harry. The raven haired boy let out a small whimper, grasping Arthur's bicep. Harry attempted to reassure Arthur, but could not make his words work. He simply held onto Arthur, fighting back the slight pain. He gasped when Arthur grasped his cock, stroking him leisurely. "Relax love," Arthur whispered to him. Harry tossed his head back, letting out a cry when Arthur slipped another finger in him. Not because of the pain, but because he decided to place his mouth on his cock at the same moment.
"Fuck," Harry panted, lacing his fingers into Arthur's hair. He could not figure out whether to rock his hips into Arthur's mouth or his fingers. He could already feel his orgasm approaching, embarrassed that he could cum this quick. "No. I'm gonna," Harry's voice was breathy as he tried to tug Arthur off his cock. Harry had never had constant pleasure like this and it was overwhelming him. Arthur ignored him however, pressing another finger into Harry and taking his cock further down his throat. Harry struggled to get Arthur to pull back, but the other man was stronger than him. It all came to head when Arthur's finger brushed something within him, sending sparks through his body and causing him to cum. Harry's body trembled as Arthur milked his cock, his eyes watering from over stimulation. Arthur pulled back, taking one look at Harry before leaning up to kiss him gently. Harry was surprised that he did not hate the taste of himself.
"Why did you," Harry asked, panting as he pulled back from the kiss. He knew from experience that once he came, things were over. Though from where Arthur's fingers were diligently still stretching him, he had a feeling they were not over. Arthur looked at him questioningly for a second before realization showed on his face. Arthur swooped down and kissed Harry once more, this time more heatedly than before. Harry was terribly confused by the sudden passion, though Arthur had been passionate this entire time. There was something different about this kiss.
"Curse her for making you believe that you do not deserve pleasure." Arthur grumbled darkly against Harry's neck. Harry stroked Arthur's back and hair reassuringly, understanding what had made him upset. It warmed that Arthur was so giving, but it really should not have surprised him with how Arthur was outside of the bedroom. "One day I will make you cum so many times you will not know if you are crying for me to stop or to continue," the suggestive words were punctuated by a brush of that bundle of nerves within him that had Harry crying out loudly. Thank Merlin the room was soundproof. He would sure hate any of them to hear him like this. Arthur smirked triumphantly and pulled his fingers back.
"No," the younger wizard whined, trying to clamp down on the fingers, but Arthur simply chuckled at him.
"Come love," Arthur instructed, casting the same lubrication charm on his cock. Harry moved with Arthur until he was sat in his lap with Arthur's back against the headboard. He looked at the older man in confusion, biting his lip. "So you can go at your pace," Arthur shrugged simply, guiding Harry's hands to his shoulders before resting his own on Harry's hips. Harry nodded his head slightly, moving one of his hands down to guide Arthur's cock inside of him. Ginny had been into pegging for a brief while, but none of her strap-ons had been the same thickness as Arthur. Harry tilted his head back as he slowly sunk down on the cock, his nails digging into Arthur's shoulders. The man had his own nails digging into Harry though not from pain. Harry imagined that Arthur wanted nothing more than fuck up into him – he after all was more experienced than Harry. He appreciated him going slow for him however. Harry finally bottomed out, his cock pressed against Arthur's chest. His head was pulled forward into a kiss that he met readily. He was stretched wide, wider than even Arthur's three fingers, but the kiss was a welcomed distraction from the pain. A few minutes had passed and Harry finally felt the pain subside, replaced with a strange full feeling that Harry quite liked.
"You can move," he managed out, rolling his hips experimentally. Both of them let out twin grunts at the movement and Harry let Arthur guide him off his cock before dropping him back down. They followed this pattern a few more times before Arthur sped up his thrusts, knocking the air from Harry's lungs. Harry gripped Arthur's shoulders, barely meeting his thrusts from how shaky his thighs were becoming. This position required a lot of energy that Harry could not find at the moment. He had a feel that the moment the bond was consummated he would be back to feeling the pain from before. He simply held onto Arthur and cried out against his chest with each powerful thrust. He had no idea how Arthur was so in control in their position, but he was not about to question in at this moment.
"Hang on a moment," Arthur panted, pulling out of Harry and maneuvering him onto his back. Harry started to whine at the loss, clinging to Arthur. The older laughed softly, settling over Harry and guiding his cock back into Harry. "Told you it would only be a moment," Arthur teased, Harry's moans spurring him on. Harry gripped onto the bedsheets as Arthur fucked him with abandon, rocking his body up the bed with each thrust. Harry was actually surprised since he knew Arthur was older than his parents and yet he was keeping his pace without pause. Arthur was fitter than Harry could have ever hoped.
Feeling the familiar burn in his abdomen, Harry grabbed ahold of his cock and began to jerk off at the same pace of Arthur's thrusts. Arthur's husky words only encouraged him, his head tossed back at the unbelievable pleasure.
"Look at me," Arthur growled, shifting Harry's ankles over his shoulders, the new position pummeling his prostate with no remorse.
Though his cries, Harry managed to open his eyes, looking into the brown eyes. They looked black from the lust but they were still beautiful in Harry's opinion. Especially with the love he saw shining back at him. In that moment Ginny and Molly, even Ron, were far from his mind. All that mattered was him and Arthur. Their future.
"Cum for me, my sweet boy," Arthur demanded and who was Harry to deny? Almost on demand, Harry came for Arthur. His vision whitened as stripes of white painted his chest, his face contorted into pleasure. He moaned as Arthur practically used his body to find his release, but took great pleasure when Arthur came with Harry's name on his lips. Harry grunt softly when Arthur rest his weight on him, rubbing his shoulders absentmindedly. Harry had not forgotten Arthur's tiredness from before and it would surely be tenfold after his performance. Harry was proven right when Arthur let out a whine at being moved by Harry. The raven haired shook his head at him – his heart clenching at the similarities between Arthur and Ron. He would just have to make those similarities connect with the other boys it would seem. Harry got up from the bed, wincing as the pain returned his body. He would get no break apparently.
"Where is my wand?" Harry asked softly, not really wanting to disturb Arthur who looked like he could sleep for a week. That thought did not seem all that bad in Harry's opinion.
"With Perce, I think," Arthur murmured sleepily, his voice slurring. Harry sighed fondly at him, already feeling the love well up in his chest. This could really work. Harry made sure that Arthur was decently covered and pulled his own boxers on. He was heading to the door when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked deathly pale, his hair already adopting that greasy sick look it did whenever he was in the infirmary. His neck and collar were littered with love bites and he had cum drying on his chest. He blushed at himself before hurrying back to grab Arthur's shirt and button it up all the way. Confident that no one would see anything they did not need to see, Harry poked his head outside the door. Hermione was one of the only ones still outside the door, George asleep with his head in her lap. Percy was on another chair, his head supported by his wife's shoulder. All the others were not present, but Harry was sure they would be back before too long.
"Hermione," he called softly, the woman's head shooting up from where it had been focused on a book. What else would you expect Hermione to do in a waiting room.
"Harry!" She smiled, slowly maneuvering from under George to go speak to him quietly. Harry snickering at the sight of George sleeping on a book, but it was probably not an uncommon sight. "You are looking well," Hermione smirked at him, looking him up and down. Harry shushed her, looking towards Percy and George. He figured that with the bond finalized they were in his sons now and he did not want this to be how they saw him.
"Yeah, well is an understatement," Harry teased back, Hermione meeting his grin. Hermione had been the only one who would willingly talk about boys with him. There had many conversations about Charlie Weasley when they were alone in the Forest of Dean. Though Harry cringed to think that Charlie was his son now. "Do you know where my wand is?" He asked, remembering why he was standing here instead of in bed with Arthur.
"Percy gave it to me a while ago," Hermione smiled, going back to her bag next to George and collecting the wand from inside it. Harry had not been lucky enough for Percy and George not to see him like this when the youngest Weasley son turned to follow Hermione and grinned tiredly at the sight of Harry.
"I'd make a joke about a good shag, but that's my dad in there. Though I guess you are my daddy now too, huh Harry?" George was rather talkative for being half asleep. Harry flipped him off, causing the older to laugh and roll over to give them privacy.
"Thanks Hermione," he said, once his wand was back in his hand. The wood thrummed under his touch.
"Just be careful Harry. Your magic still isn't very stable," Hermione said, leaning forward to press a kiss to Harry's cheek. Harry, having gain a few inches since the war, pressed a similar one to her forehead. "Goodnight Harry," he repeated her with a nod, preparing to go back into the room.
"Where's my goodnight kiss dad?" George pouted at Harry, turning around once more to face him. Harry rolled his eyes and blew a kiss at George, who fell off the couch in his attempt to 'catch' the kiss.
"Goodnight Georgie," he said, watching the red head's eyes get a bit misty, but he just simply held 'the kiss' closer to him. Harry shook his head at them before going back into the room. He believed that he could get used to having sons, even if they were pains in the ass.
"Hey!" Harry pouted when he turned to see Arthur cleaned of his sweat and was dressed in a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. Harry pouted, trotting over to the bed. "I was going to do that," he said, indicating to Arthur's appearance, even as the older stripped him out of the dirty clothes.
"You do know that you could have used my wand? Our magic is a balance now and both wands should work proficiently at least," Arthur said, waving his wand to rid Harry of his sweat and cum before conjuring a new pair of boxers for him.
"So you let me go embarrass myself in front of your son like that?" Harry pouted, putting his wand on the bedside table and taking off his glasses while he was at it. He climbed in the bed with Arthur, letting the older man hold him protectively to his chest. Harry could feel the pain returning and briefly wondered if Arthur could feel the pain through him. He still did not know too much about this bond stuff.
"He is our son now love. And you'll quickly learn there is only embarrassment between fathers and sons," Arthur laughed into Harry's neck. Harry paused for a minute before letting out a laugh of his own.
"Suppose I'll have to dress like a dad now huh?" Harry teased, Arthur laughing some more. Their joking went on for a few more minutes before Harry finally let tiredness claim. For the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. He knew that when he awoke that his dreams of having a family were finally a reality.
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Ahhh! I hope you guys enjoyed by weird sex scene and the rest of the chapter! We have one more to go before we are finished! If you guys want, you can suggest some names for Harry's kids, though I have already have some names picked out! And no Albus Severus is not involved in any way! Anyways, I hope you guys like this story and feel free to request a story from me! I write Harry with just about anyone (though no cross overs!) so feel free to ask in the comments or at my tumblr scarycis!
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