Chapter Three

Harry had almost forgotten about the outside world. His life had fallen into a nice routine and he was quite happily settling into his life. It was therefore a bit of a jarring shock when an owl swooped into the tent and over to where Drogo was sitting beside Harry watching the dancers.

He hadn't realised how visibly he paled, enough so that Rakharo was in front of them in a second, Jorah cutting his way across the tent. But his main attention was on the large hand cupping the back of his neck and the thumb rubbing his neck.

*Safe,* Drogo rumbled out. Harry nodded but his licked his lips nervously and glanced to the owl who was sitting impatiently waiting to be relieved of its burden. He was confused when his head was tilted back with a guiding thumb under his chin meeting Drogo's eyes he frowned a little in question, only to be shocked by a kiss being pressed firmly to his lips. The kiss was very much like his husband's personality, powerful, firm, passionate, slightly forceful and just managed to warm Harry and make him feel safe as he sank into the kiss after barely a seconds hesitation.

It was the first time aside from sleeping with each other that they had done anything like this, and Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he pressed against Drogo's kiss, his hand reaching up to grip the strong shoulder that he had become so familiar with of an evening time. He allowed the warmth to chase away the cold chill of fear that the presence of the owl had brought to him.

He closed his eyes and allowed the scent of his husband to wash over him, the taste of horse meat and wine he tasted from his lips, the strength of those arms that he knew could perform vicious acts or hold him gently and securely, the feeling of their magic twisting together and moving upwards to guard their people. He allowed the familiar and secure feeling of his friends, Jhiqui, Irri, Rakharo and his closest friend Jorah close by, able to feel their magic making its way into the wards.

He allowed the sound of his people around him to wash over him, the people to whom he was a Khaleesi, not an unearned title from when he was a baby but one he was proving himself to, he allowed their music to wash through his veins, he allowed their voices to sooth through his heart, he allowed the magic of his entire camp to ease the shadows in his mind and chase down the fear.

Drogo's hands swept down his back and pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss between them, all thoughts now leaving Harry's mind as arousal washed through him, making him cling tighter and press closer. At least until the Owl gave an indignant hoot at being ignored. Parted unwillingly Harry muttered Dothraki curses under his breath before turning to glare at the owl annoyed. Drogo also turned and though his face did not change from its normal stern expression, his eyes were twinkling a little in amusement.

'Khal Drogo asked if I taught you those words,' Jorah coughed in amusement.

'Ah no, those I learnt from Rakharo,' Harry grinned. The young Dothrakhqoyi looked faintly embarrassed as Jorah translated.

Finally though they had to take the letter from the owl and read the message from what Harry easily recognised as Dumbledore's handwriting.

Harry winced when Drogo growled out in anger, spitting something that Harry could guess was both violent and exceedingly bloody. He reached out to touch Drogo's arm to try and calm him down and find out what was going on.

'It seems that the Old Crow is insisting on Khal Drogo providing the men that he promised or he will take you back,' Jorah explained to Harry. The tent had erupted into shouts and curses, the Dothraki all looking furious, and from the words Harry could pick up sounding furious at the threat to their Khaleesi.

Their Khal was still issuing threats even as he pulled Harry closer to his body, Rakharo was hovering close as though worried that Harry would be stolen from his sight without warning.

'Khaleesi, do you keep anything on your person that the Old Crow gave you, anything that he may have touched or cast spells on?' Jorah translated quickly when Drogo spun around and spoke too quickly for Harry to even try understanding.

'No everything that I came here in has been in travel packs for the last two months or so,' Harry shook his head.

'No jewellery, anything like that,'

'No,' Harry assured them.

Drogo spat something out to Jorah and his people, Harry catching the gist of it, saying something about Harry going nowhere, not allowing his Khaleesi to be taken from him and showing Dumbledore 'the Old Crow' that they would not be threatened.

Harry followed behind Drogo without resisting when he pulled him from the tent and to their own. Drogo's magic was roiling in his anger and yet Harry had never felt safer. He was not going to allow Dumbledore to take Harry, his people weren't going to even think about it. He had found somewhere where he was safe and wanted for the first time in his life.

Just before he entered their tent he caught sight of Rakharo moving behind them with two of Drogo's Kos Mago and Jhaqo, all of them apparently ready to guard their Khal and Khaleesi for the night.

Harry made a started noise when as the curtain fell closed behind them Drogo tugged him against his body, pressing his face into Harry's hair. Harry could feel the tension and worry in his body as he held Harry close. Harry pressed his face to Drogo's shoulder breathing in the scent of smoke, horse and sweat as he wrapped his arms around his large waist and stroked bare back until the tension released from it.

*I'm not going anywhere...I don't want to leave you,* Harry managed to say, it was perhaps a little hesitant but as sure he hadn't made any mistakes. Drogo jerked in shock before pulling back to stare down at him.

*You've learnt quickly,* He smiled running his fingers through Harry's hair.

*Still learning, need you to speak slowly, but getting better,* Harry grinned.

*I won't lose you. The Old Crow will die before I let him take you,* Drogo swore.

*I'm happy here, I don't want to be any...where else,* Harry shook his head.

*Good,* Drogo breathed out before leaning down to kiss Harry again, making his intentions more clear this time so that Harry had the time to pull away if he wanted to. Instead Harry raised himself onto his toes a little to meet him in the kiss so that his husband was not straining his neck with their height difference.

This kiss was slower but at the same time managed to light Harry's nerves on fire even quicker as he pressed closer.

When they slid into bed that night Harry once again lay half on Drogo, half on the bed as had become their normal sleeping position, but this time they lay exchanging kisses, enjoying the new intimacy between them. And though Harry could clearly feel and see the interest that Drogo was feeling he did not push Harry for anything more besides the hand that brushed over his bum causing a shiver of desire to run through him.

After that evening Harry seemed to manage to settle even more into the life he now led. His mind often flashed back to his first proper day in the Dothraki Khalasar when Jorah had advised him on not dismissing the idea of friendship and even love in his marriage too easily, he remembered his own thoughts and doubts about how he could ever love his husband. He had been so sure of the situation, he had been so sure that he would never love Drogo.

And now here he was, he realised that Drogo had not bought him, he had thought that Harry was entering into the arranged marriage that was common among the Dothraki, and he was falling in love with the Khal. His closest and probably most trusted friend was Jorah, a man nearly thirty years his senior who had started their relationship as his teacher, and now Harry could not imagine his life without him. He had good friends in Irri and Jhiqui, who still could not seem to believe that their Khaleesi thought of them as such, it made him a little uncomfortable when they would stare at him with admiration, but luckily those moments were few and far between now. Or at least they were hiding it better. Rakharo and he had a strange relationship, even though Rakharo was older by around five years, Harry looked on him and treated him as a younger brother, which the Dothrakoyi acted as, until it came to protecting his Khaleesi.

The first night that he and Drogo slept together was after another of the Khal's great battles and wins, the ceremony had been as wild and fantastic as ever, their camp had increased by nearly four hundred willing. Harry had realised that some would join the Khalasar for protection until they wondered close enough to their home to make their own way there, others sensed a better life among the Khalasar, and protection from other slave rings that Harry was horrified to realise was still incredibly common in this corner of the world.

The feast had been filled with the music and dancing hat Harry loved of his people, and through it all Harry had felt his husband like a weight, he could feel his eyes burning into him, he could feel his magic tugging at him, he had been able to feel the phantom of his heat against his body from across the tent where he sat with his group while Drogo sat with his Kos. Jorah had had to knowing smirk on his face until Harry had sent him laughing into the crowd with a well placed stinging hex.

As the night wore on Harry knew he was playing with fire by refusing to go over to Drogo when his husband made his normal indications of desiring his company, instead he focussed on talking to Malakho, an old warrior of the tribe who was still sharp and deadly, many mistaking his age as a weakness had learnt their mistake harshly. He had been teaching Harry to duel and fight now that his Dothraki was almost fluent, though he still made a few mistakes here and there. Malakho had worn a small smile throughout their conversation that told Harry he knew the game he was playing, but he had been kind enough to indulge Harry and to provide something of a distraction as they did get caught up in their discussion of dulling.

Finally though Harry had not been able to bear the weight of that stare anymore and had bid Malakho goodnight,, before rising and making his way to the exist, pausing only as he stepped through to glance back at Drogo who had been watching him with a confused frown on his face, however whatever was written on Harry's face quickly had his expression changing to something that both thrilled and scared Harry, but luckily arousal was dancing thickly through his veins now stopping him from backing out. He sent his Khal what Jhiqui had assured him was a 'smouldering' look, before turning to leave again, Drogo already on his feet and cutting his way through the centre of the celebration to join him before he had even started turning.

The walk back to their tent was rushed and filled with dark words and promises, both of them almost panting with lust as they crushed their lips together as soon as they entered their tent. Harry's clothes did not survive Drogo's attack as they were ripped off of him quickly, large tanned hands caressing and searching over his skin making him reach for his husband's own clothing and strip it as fast as his trembling hands would allow.

The spell to open him up was cast as Drogo lay him down on their furs, his lips tracing pathways over Harry's chest and stomach, scalding words of desire and lust mixing with soft words of adoration and love seemed to sink themselves into his skin and he had to pull his husband up to kiss him.

*You're shaking, we do not have to,* Drogo murmured concerned against his lips as his hands caressed his sides gently.

*It isn't fear, I am nervous but I want you,* Harry shook his head, reaching up to trace the scar that lined his husband's cheek, moving down automatically to trace the other scars that stood out on his tanned skin.

His lips were caught once again and he sank into the kiss, barely aware of Drogo lining himself up with Harry's entrance until the head was pushed in. Harry gasped into Drogo's mouth holding onto his shoulders tighter at the strange feeling, his fingers biting a little deeper as Drogo pushed in further and the feeling became tinged with pain.

The Khal murmured assurances of his pleasure as he sank into him, Harry only suddenly realising the implications of how large his husband was as he panted into his shoulder and tried not to clench around him. It felt like an age until the Khal was finally fully seated in his Khaleesi, and he stilled there pressing kisses to Harry's cheek and lapping away the few tears that had escaped Harry's eyes.

Harry breathed deeply as he felt his body adjusting to the thickness of his husband, is fingers realising the tension that was going through the muscles of Drogo's body as he fought to keep himself still not to hurt him further. The soft words breathed into his eyes and gentle caresses relaxing him further.

*Move,* Harry breathed out arching into the body over his. Drogo withdrew slowly before pressing back inside in a smooth push Harry grunted at the feeling, still not pleasurable just feeling strange. Drogo thrust into Harry in a sharp job of his hips that Harry expected to hurt, only for his head to drop back and is body arch up into Drogo's a spark of pure fire went through him

*Perfect,* Drogo grunted into his ear drawing back and thrusting back in harder at the same angle, practically purring in pleasure as Harry cried out, his fingers clawing at the tanned skin underneath his fingers and with his husband's next thrust he lifted his leg over Drogo's thick waist and pushed back into thrust crying out his pleasure.

Their movements became desperate and furious as they moved together, their sweat slicked skin slapping together, their various noises and sounds of their pleasure, their heavy panting breaths filled the tent as their pleasure built and rose higher than either of them had ever known.

Drogo had Harry's leg thrown over his shoulder as he thrust inside of him even harder, his hand gripping the thigh of his other leg where it was around his waist. Harry's fingers were clinging onto Drogo's shoulder with one hand, the other hand's fingers were biting into the flesh of his arse cheek.

Harry was completely unaware of the fact that he was murmuring encouragement Dothraki in between his husband's name. Drogo however had not missed that it was his own language that his husband was speaking in while mindless with pleasure, and it only drove him on more, chasing the finish they could both almost taste.

When Harry released between their stomachs Drogo stilled at the sight of his beautifully flushed cheeks, his pleasure wracked face and the perfect cry that fell hoarsely from his swollen red lips. It was the mixture of the rhythmic clenching of Harry's tight channel around him and the soft caress of his magic over the Khal's skin drove him over the edge, and with a rough cry of his own his spilled within his small husband for the first time.

*I would burn oceans for you, raise cities and reform them so they would please you, I would bring you the heads of every man that has harmed you, the bones of those that would do you harm will line the path that we will walk. And I will love you till the darkness of time rolls upon us, we will build a life together that will be a happy one,*

Harry smiled and kissed the chest he was lying on, the words and promises soothing his soul.

*Can I ask you something?* Harry asked softly as he traced his fingers over one of Drogo's most prominent scars.

*Always,* Drogo answered straight away.

*What did the Dosh Khaleen say to you when you went concerning our wedding?* Harry asked softly. Their near approach to Vaes Dothrak having made him curious.

*They advised me of the danger that came with your hand, a shadow hovering behind you, but one they felt sure would not last for long after our marriage. They foresaw a chance of a great marriage between us, and...*

Harry lifted his head and rested his chin as he looked up at his husband, in their eleven months being married he had never seen his husband hesitate for anything.

*And what?* Harry asked curiously.

*They foresaw a child, a son, a great child,* Drogo reached down to rest his hand over Harry's stomach as the younger man blinked up at him a little stunned.

*A son?*

*A great son, the greatest the Dothraki have ever seen, the great stallion that will mount the world,* Drogo smiled softly at him, the sight still shocking enough to him that his heart jumped every time at the sight of it, though part of him was fairly sure it always would. *Is that ok?* he added a little uncertainly.

*Yes...yes...a son,* Harry breathed out with a smile as the age of a boy with Drogo's main features but with his eyes and nose.

*Our son,* Drogo cupped his face and drew him up into a kiss, groaning when Harry slid up his body onto his lap and rocked against him. *You're insatiable,*

*I haven't heard you complaining husband of mines,* Harry smirked leaning down to brush his lips over Drogo's chest.

*My moonlit beauty, hungry for me, why would I complain?* Drogo growled before sitting up sharply as Harry slid down onto him.

*So hungry, can't get enough of you,* Harry hummed in pleasure.

*Good!* Drogo growled slamming up into his husband as he ground down against him.

Harry lashed out with the small dagger at his hip, gasping and then choking as blood splattered over his face when his dagger met its mark the way in which Malakho had taught him. Beside him Jorah blasted the main three attackers off their feet as Rakharo, Malakho himself, Mago and Aggo dealt with the rest of the attackers.

Harry ensured Irri and Jhiqui were behind him, though they both held vicious looking daggers of their own and looked ready to spill blood.

They had been making their way through the small market together, buying a few things that they wanted and needed, Harry had managed to get some fruits that Drogo would actually eat that was not the normal ones that they found on their travels and a small barrel of what Jorah assured him was an excellent wine. It had been a good day, full of laughter and all of them enjoying a short break from riding. At least until one of the men at a stall they had been looking at grabbed at Harry and shouted a word, the electric shock the man received indicated that he had just tried to portkey Harry out of the area, the wards that Drogo himself had set around Harry with blood magic clearly working well.

The man and those that had leapt to attack and distract Harry's guard had been so stunned that it hadn't worked that they had been easily overwhelmed when Harry and his group moved into action. Jorah fighting as fiercely as any blood born Dothraki as he protected Harry.

*Khaleesi we need to get back to the camp, this scum will tell us what we need to know,* Jorah said thrusting one of the least injured and still alive men into Aggo's arms before gripping Harry's and hurrying them through the market, using his own body as best he could as a shield should any attacks come.

Harry was shaken as he followed Jorah blindly. He guessed that he should feel worse for killing someone, but realistically he was not the first man that Harry had killed. No he was more shocked at the sudden flash of danger to his happiness here. They were all aware of what the surviving attacker was likely to tell them about who sent him, but he would be questioned anyway.

*Khaleesi?* Jorah's concerned voice brought Harry back to himself. He was stunned to find that they were standing in the evening tent, the man stripped and tied to one of the posts beside the great fire which was still burning from the night before. It was he and Jorah only in the tent besides the man, though Harry had no doubt that there were guards at the entrance.

*I'm ok,* Harry shook his head. *I just seem to keep forgetting that the world out there exists anymore. The Khalasar is more home to me than anywhere else I have ever known,*

*Harry!* Drogo's voice was frantic with worry as he burst through the entrance to the tent, racing his way over to where Harry and Jorah, were standing, his long legs covering the space easily. Harry gripped his arms to steady himself as he was tugged into Drogo's body firmly.

*I'm ok,* Harry assured him even as he pressed his nose into his husband's shoulder to better breathe in his scent, something relaxing in him being close to him again.

*You're covered in blood,* Drogo frowned brushing his thumb gently over Harry's cheek.

*Hmm? Oh, it's not mines,* Harry shook his head.

*My growing Khaleesi warrior,* Drogo hummed before leaning down to kiss Harry softly. Harry closed his eyes and drank in the warmth of the kiss before parting with a smile for his husband.

*I'm fine,* He insisted still seeing the flicker of worry in those dark eyes.

*Jorah, you shall have any horse you wish for this, for protecting my Khaleesi,* Drogo looked to the man who bowed his head.

*My Khal, with respect I have a different request to make,* Jorah said nervously catching both Harry and Drogo's attention.

*Speak,* Drogo nodded

*I would be named Dothrakhqoyi to my Khal and my Khaleesi,* Jorah requested dropping to one knee in front of the two of them. Drogo blinked a little stunned before looking to Harry who nodded with a smile.

*Rise Jorah and draw your blood,* Drogo ordered. Amusingly Jorah looked a little shocked that his request had actually been accepted and stood on slightly shaky legs drawing his dagger.

Harry rolled his eyes fondly at Drogo when he took his hand and gently sliced a small cut onto his palm before much more carelessly cutting his own palm. Rakharo stepped forwards holding a rough stone cup, and following Drogo's lead Harry allowed some of his blood to drip into it, followed by Jorah.

*From this day forwards we claim you as blood of our blood, in return for your loyalty and guarding you will be as family to us and in return we will protect and watch over you till our last breaths,* Drogo enchanted.

*I do so swear loyalty and love to my Khal and Khaleesi, my life will be willingly given for yours should the gods request it and I follow you wherever your feet may lead me, from now until my last breath,* Jorah swore. The flash of magic that went through them sealed the vows made, Jorah now bound to them and they to him for life.

*Qoy Qoyi,* Drogo grasped Jorah's arms and pressed their foreheads together in a way that showed their respect and closeness.

*Qoy Qoyi,* Harry repeated his husband's action with a warm smile for his friend who was looking a little stunned. Well at least until Rakharo smacked him in the back.

*Who knew you had it in you Old man,* Rakharo smirked.

*Old Man! I'll show you Old Man!* Jorah growled.

*We need to interrogate him and get as much information as we can. Do you want to...*

*I want to stay, I want to hear this myself,* Harry shook his head. Drogo looked at him carefully before nodding and making his way to where the man was watching them fearfully, having now lost the features of someone of this area as his spells wore off, revealing pale skin and Caucasian features.

Harry barely managed to hide a smile as his husband appeared to be attempting to glower the cold into submission as goosebumps rose on his bare skin. Drogo, the Kos and the Dothrakhqoyi as refused to alter their clothing in any way to allow for the difference in the Scottish weather to the weather that they were sued o at home for their arrival.

And Harry had to admit he was glad of it, the expressions on the students, teachers and Order members faces when the Khalasar, all 40,000 of them rode in through the gates of Hogwarts with Drogo and the Kos at the head, was pretty satisfying for Harry. Especially when the Khalasar stopped and then spread out in their usual fashion and started setting up camp.

Harry dismounted and moved over to where his and Drogo's tent was already up as normal by the time his section of the Khalasar reached where they were camping for the night. His white mare plodded along obediently behind him and allowed him to tie her up outside their tent before he turned and stepped over to his husband. Rakharo, Jorah, Malakho as well as Mago, Jhaqo, Pono, Aggo, Kovarro, Qotho, Coholl and Haggo stepping around them in an intimidating show of their finest warriors. Even Harry had a sword strapped to his back and a dagger to his belt, both gifts from Drogo as Harry's fighting skills developed. Amongst their possessions was also a long bow that had come from Rakharo, Irri and Jhiqui as a birthday present and he had become quite skilled with that weapon as well.

Drogo reached out to touch Harry's cheek before bending to kiss him roughly, Harry touching the cold flesh of his husband's side as he took in the comfort that he was being offered.

*Are you ready?* Drogo asked.

*As I am ever going to be,* Harry sighed.

*We could always just kill the Old Crow,* Aggo offered cheerfully.

*Don't tempt me, I'm already fighting the urge to cut his beard from his face. Or just set it on fire,* Harry chuckled. As they walked over to where Dumbledore and the Order were standing on the edges of their wards looking incredibly put out fires sprung to life behind them and the camp was filled with the sounds of their people settling down. *Does Dumbledore speak Dothraki?* Harry asked Drogo

*No, Jorah acted as our translator last time,* Drogo smirked. Harry laughed softly to himself, he had learnt that Jorah's translations would often swing in the favour of the Dothraki with those who weren't cautious enough.

It was how they had gotten away with not having to return for a year and a half, Dumbledore had not stated a time within which Drogo had to supply aid to him. Drogo could have gone years before setting feet to British soil. They were only here because Harry wanted to have all this over and done with so that he could spend the rest of his life with Drogo and not having to worry about more attacks by Dumbledore.

Part of him felt guilty for leaving the people he had known to suffer, the part of him that Dumbledore had encouraging his hero complex in. But the larger part of him that had lain alone in a cupboard knowing he was not loved, the part that had suffered through the disdain of the wizarding world with few offering outright support, the part of him that was now Khaleesi of his Khalasar and husband to Khal Drogo, the finest warrior the Dothraki had ever seen, that part of him reminded him that these people had allowed Dumbledore to sell him, had said nothing as he was given to the hands of a man that they had believed would rape him.

Stopping in front of them he saw they were looking worse for wear really. The war was clearly taking its toll, while he was looking better than any of them had ever seen. He had put on much needed weight, his skin was now tanned a permanent golden brown shade, his Dothraki clothing was stark against their robes and he knew he now gave out a feeling of calm control that he had never possessed before.

Standing in front of them was Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Mrs and Mr Weasley, Remus, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and Neville.

'My Husband, Khal Drogo, greatest of the Dothraki Khalasars, wrecker of towns, ruler of sands and winds, Lord of the Waste and Master of nothingness is here to fulfil the exchange made himself and Old Crow Albus Dumbledore' They all looked startled when Harry translated Drogo's words and not Jorah. Though he himself was a little startled to hear how accented his speech now was, he had insisted that he and Jorah speak only in Dothraki once he learnt the language and he realised he had not spoken English in over ten months.

'Harry. Tell the Khal that he has not stood by his side of the bargain,' Dumbledore spoke in his disappointed Grandfather tone, clearly thinking that Harry would still be vulnerable to it. No doubt after being left at the hands of savages for so long.

'How has he done that?' Harry asked tilting his head a little, amusement lighting his eyes.

'It has been over a year and a half,' Dumbledore frowned.

'Did you specify and time in which Khal Drogo had to come here?' Harry asked, amusement clear now.

'Well...no,' Dumbledore said slowly.

'Then no oaths were broken. My husband is here to provide the air that he promised you. You were the one that failed to state a time in which you needed the aid,' Harry stated leaving them gawping at him.

*What happened?* Drogo asked curiously seeing their expressions.

*I pointed out Dumbledore's failing in the terms of the exchange between you,* Harry explained.

*You were not an exchange,* Drogo scowled even deeper making the Order shift on their side of the wards.

*Not to you,* Harry smiled at him.

'You speak Dothraki?' Hermione asked apparently unable to hold her curiosity anymore.

'I began my lessons in it the day after our wedding, I wouldn't be much use in being a Khaleesi if I could not speak to my people would I,' Harry snorted.

'Khaleesi?' Ron frowned.

'Consort to the Khal,' Harry explained.

'Why are we being left to speak on the other side of the wards?' Dumbledore demanded.

'We are still setting up camp, no one gets passed the wards during that time. Even once we are settled Khal Drogo will state who is allowed inside the camp and what numbers,' Harry explained.

'I control all wards within Hogwarts, if I wish to I can break down your wards,' Whatever Dumbledore was expecting it was not for Harry to look at him as though he had sprouted features and started singing the Birdie song.

*Dumbledore has no idea that Hogwarts is offering us her magic to set our wards. He has just threatened to bring them down because he controls all wards inside Hogwarts,* Harry said to Drogo not taking his eyes off of Dumbledore.

*If he truly had control of all the wards he would know that the stone building is providing us with the wards and that it has put them in our hands,* Drogo frowned.

*Does that mean he has no control over the wards or limited control?* Kovarro asked.

*Either way he is nowhere near as strong as he makes himself out to be,* Coholl snorted.

*There are hundreds of children within these walls, if the wards don't hold and there is an attack,* Harry looked at Drogo who nodded.

*Once we are settled we will set to work on the wards. We will settle them to the control of the stone building rather than that of a person,*

'Harry you are being rude!' Mrs Weasley snapped interrupting them. Harry winced slightly when Jorah's angry translation to the others resulted in the sharp rasp of swords being drawn.

'You are addressing the Khaleesi of the greatest Khalasar, you will address and speak to him as such,' Jorah spat out furiously.

*It's ok,* Harry tried to sooth them.

*They will treat you with respect or we will teach them it. You are my Khaleesi,* Drogo growled out glaring at the paler looking group.

'Our Little Harry, a Khaleesi...'

'With his very own guards who would have thought,' Fred and George grinned.

*This is Fred and George, they were good friends to me here,* Harry waved his hands at the two making it clear he was introducing them.

'Do you think they could...'

'Have found you a bigger husband?' They snickered looking up, and up, at his husband.

*They look like demons,* Drogo snorted.

'My husband thinks you look like demons,' Harry grinned.

'Thank you,' Fred and George bowed.

'There isn't a word for thank you in Dothraki, but he understands your meaning,' Harry explained as Drogo smirked at the two.

*We need to go and settle the camp and eat,* Drogo said wrapping his arm around Harry's waist.

'We need to settle in talks can continue tomorrow,' Harry turned to leave.

'Harry! What do you think you're doing?' Remus gasped.

'We have had a long journey here, and a lot of magic has been used. We need to settle in for the evening and give thanks to mother Earth for her assistance,' Harry glared at Remus. 'Unless you would like our men, women, children, old and young to freeze during the evening?'

'Harry...' Dumbledore started to scold only to freeze when Harry turned back around to glare at him, not the boy that had left with the Khal after his arranged marriage, but the Khaleesi of his people.

'I remind you that you failed to state a time in which my husband had to follow through with your agreement, we do not have to be here and we do not have to remain so long as we go with the intention of returning at some point. We shall speak to you tomorrow!'

*We will freshen up in our tent before supper this evening,* Drogo said gruffly do the others as they made their way through their people.

*Shouldn't we be helping with the camp?* Harry frowned only the make a startled noise when Drogo wrapped his arms around him and tugged him back so that he could feel the raging erection his husband was supporting. *Oh...* He gasped.

*We'll see you at supper, Khal, Khaleesi,* Jhaqo bowed with a smirk as Drogo hurried Harry into their tent, stripping him eagerly before the tent flap covered the entrance.

*Khal, Khaleesi!* Poor Rakharo was looking a little worried as he stepped into the tent, Drogo growled out in annoyance as he ensured their fur blankets were tucked around Harry before stomping over to the younger man completely naked himself making Harry roll his eyes en as he snuggled further under the warmth of the blankets.

His eyes were also very appreciative as he took in the site of Drogo walking back towards their bed, his tanned, muscled form moving as always like a predator. The strength of his thighs made Harry's mouth water, not to mention his husband's large cock that Harry had become incredibly fond of.

He grinned and welcomed his husband with open arms as he crawled up their bed to Harry his hear fluttering at the sight of the soft smile that gentled Drogo's face and warmed his eyes enough that Harry was sure he could survive on that heat alone.

*Your red headed demons are at the wards requesting to have breakfast with you,* Drogo told him after he had finished kissing Harry breathless.

*Do you mind them coming in?* Harry asked scratching his fingers through Drogo's loose beard.

*If you trust them of course not,* Drogo shook his head pressing a kiss to Harry's shoulder.

'Are you going to come in or are you sitting there till tonight?' Harry called. Fred and George startled before standing up with a grin. At Harry's wave they pressed against the wards and stepped through easily.

'I think you're guard dog is about the bite us,' Fred joked. Turning Harry saw Rakharo looking uneasily at their close proximity.

'Rakharo is a good friend, and a member of my guard,' Harry said firmly making them hold up their hands.

'Khaleesi, I heard we had guests,'

'Jorah, this is Fred and George,' Harry smiled as his friend fell into step beside him as they reached the eating area.

'Welcome,' Jorah nodded to them.

'You're the one that was brought to Harry at the wedding,' George remembered.

'Jorah has been a good friend to me, he was my teacher in speaking Dothraki and understanding the culture, my translator while I was learning, and now he has become a member of the Dothrakhqoyi,' Harry said, smiling amused as Jorah blushed.

'Dothra...' Fred blinked.

'Blood Guard,' Harry explained.

'Erm Harry?' George asked hesitantly.

'Yes?'

'What is this?' Fred frowned down into the bowl they had been handed.

'It's a kind of porridge and...a Dothraki delicacy,' Harry grinned as Jorah snorted in laughter.

'What is it?' Fred asked.

'The one meat that we have plenty of,' Harry smiled and watched as the twins looked around the area.

'Its...'

'Horse meat,' Harry nodded biting into his own serving merrily.

'I'm guessing it would be rude for us not to eat it?' George coughed.

'We're a travelling, desert people food is precious,' Harry nodded seriously.

'It's not too bad,' George said thoughtfully.

'Little chewy but not bad at all,' Fred nodded.

'It took me a while to get used to eating it regularly,' Harry admitted with a smile as they took in. 'What?' He asked when he caught the looks they were giving him.

'You look so different. Happy, healthy. We've been really worried about you,' George admitted with a small smile.

'I am happy. Not in the way that I had hoped, and yet I am more happy than I ever could have imagined,' He admitted.

*And what was it that you hoped for?* Drogo asked as he sat down beside him and stole some meat from his bowl. *You do not seem shocked I understand your birth tongue,* He added with what to Harry was a pout, though apparently to others it looked quite fierce as he could hear George and Fred gulping.

*I knew that Jorah has been teaching you, I did not want to ruin your surprise until you were ready to tell me,* Harry laughed making Fred and George look at him like he had gone mad.

*And how did you know?* Drogo asked reaching out to take another piece of meat only to have Harry hold his bowl out of reach kissing his cheek laughingly.

*I am your husband, I know everything,* Harry laughed as Drogo gripped his chin and kissed him firmly.

'Harry your husband is a very intimidating man,' Fred choked out.

*I do not understand fully what he said, but he fears me correct?*

*That is correct,* Harry smiled amused.

*Then I like him, he has good judgement,*

'He likes you, you have stroked his ego,' Harry laughed again as Drogo snapped his teeth by his ear.

'You laugh so often,' George said slightly shocked.

'What do you mean?' Harry asked confused.

'You laugh so often now,' Fred smiled gently.

*You did not laugh before?* Drogo frowned.

*Not often. No. I was not happy before,* Harry admitted meeting Drogo's eyes.

'You love each other,' George breathed out in sudden understanding. Harry turned around to look at them wide eyed before he smiled gently.

*Yes,* He nodded so that they understood. Drogo squeezed him tighter around his waist but said nothing more.

'So tell us about what you have seen the last year and a half, have you travelled that entire time?' Fred asked eagerly making Harry smile and settle back against Drogo's chest as he started telling them of the places they had been to. Jorah smiled and settled down happy to listen himself.

'We'll see you later ok?' Fred smiled as he hugged Harry.

'We've missed you,' George nodded nudging his brother aside to take his turn.

'Harry. Don't trust Dumbledore, seeing you happy seems to make him...'

'Furious. We think he wanted you to be suffering,' The twins said concerned.

'Don't worry I have learnt my lesson with him,' Harry sighed.

'He is mad,' Fred breathed out softly.

'Please be careful,' George stressed.

'We'll be careful,' Harry nodded.

'We don't want you to stop laughing again,' Fred touched Harry's cheek gently.

'We're very late saying it. But be good to him. Look after him,' George said to Drogo who was standing behind Harry.

*Always,* Drogo's words did not need to be translated.

*They are worried,* Harry frowned as the two slid through the wards and made their way back to the castle.

*Something lies in their minds like a shadow,* Drogo nodded staring after them as well.

*We should watch our backs,* Harry bit his lip before turning and wrapping his arms around Drogo. *You are a great warrior I know but please be careful, Dumbledore plays games of the mind better than the strongest dueller. Please. I cannot lose you,* Harry sighed closing his eyes and pressing it to Drogo's shoulder.

*I know I can act foolishly, but I will make sure you do not stop laughing,* Drogo swore.

*I do you know.* Harry smiled looking up at him.

*You do what?* Drogo asked confused.

*Love you. So much,* Harry said softly.

*And I love you. You are my everything,* Drogo smiled bending to kiss him softly.

*That could have gone better,* Jorah said dryly as they walked back into their camp. Harry looked at him incredulously feeling more than a little frazzled.

*The Old Crow deserved it!* Drogo spat out clearly still fuming.

*Of course he did, but did you really have to set his beard and hair on fire!* Harry sighed.

*Yes!* Drogo said firmly glaring back over his shoulder where the smell of burning hair was chasing after them.

*I still think that you should let me decapitate him,* Aggo said huffily.

*No decapitating!* Harry said firmly.

*Can we maim him?* Rakharo asked hopefully.

*No!*

*Just a little?* Pono smiled winningly at his Khaleesi.

*No!...how do you maim someone a little?* Harry asked confused.

*Well...*

*You don't want to hear this Khaleesi,* Jorah interrupted.

*The...the...the...how dare he!* Drogo growled, his magic snapping around him furiously.

*Drogo calm down, he can't reverse our bonding,* Harry slipped his hand into Drogo's.

*And he'll definitely think twice about even considering it after that reaction,* Rakharo snickered. *Khal,* He added bowing as Drogo's eyes flashed onto him.

*Drogo calm down. I am not going to let him take you from me, I'm not going to let him take our future from us, our son,* Harry said softly but firmly so that the others would hear as he cupped Drogo's face and tugged him down enough that he wouldn't strain his neck.

*He has taken so much from you already, I don't want to let him take anything else off of you. I want to rip his world down around him, raise it and burn it to the ground before your feet and bring you his heart!* Drogo growled tugging Harry closer to him.

*Has anyone told you how romantic you are? No one has ever offered me a bloody heart before,* Harry smiled brushing Drogo's cheeks with his thumbs.

*Well, how about if I tell you at night I dream of our future, of you pregnant with our son, of us in our home playing with a small child, of an older child with your perfect eyes playing with two small children and you're sitting holding a baby,* Drogo whispered softly brushing his nose up Harry's cheek. Harry rested his hand on Drogo's chest as his heart thundered in his chest.

*I see him, eyes and my nose, your forehead and eye shape, your jaw line,* Harry smiled brushing said features with his fingers lovingly.

*I won't let us lose that,* Drogo said firmly.

*Neither will I,* Harry smiled kissing him sweetly.