Draco held his husband close as he softened inside of him while Harry laid panting and shivering in his arms. They had both woken that morning ready to continue from the night before and Draco had never been more grateful for their heightened abilities then he was at that moment. Harry's ability to keep going with no pain or soreness was a wonderful gift to them both. The blond smiled and kissed Harry's shoulder before reluctantly pulling away from their spooning position. Harry rolled onto his belly and watched Draco move about the room from the pillow of his folded arms.
"I wish it were the weekend," the brunet mumbled.
Draco winked over his shoulder as he pulled his suit from the armoire. "Soon, pet. Then you can have me all to yourself."
Harry groaned. "Except that you invited Snape over." Harry's eyes narrowed. "And no, I'm not going to fulfil your adolescent fantasies. Although, honestly, why you would tempt fate again like that is a mystery."
"Anything is worth seeing you naked in many different positions, my love," Draco drawled. He rifled through his box of cufflinks for the ones that would complement his attire for the day.
"Yeah, well, that scared me. I thought he was going to kill you and then me," Harry grumbled. "It wasn't funny at all."
Draco chuckled and walked back to the bed. "You sure you'll be alright?" he asked as he ran his hand over Harry's cheek. "I really wouldn't mind having you and Maia spend the day with me. For lunch we could have a nice meal at the Indian restaurant you like near my office and then we could treat Maia to some ice cream in Diagon Alley."
Harry kissed Draco's palm and smiled. "I'll be okay, I promise. I feel really calm and relaxed and not at all stir crazy. Besides," he replied before rolling onto his back, putting his hands behind his head, and smiling as Draco's hand slid down his chest. "I really don't think I could handle Diagon Alley. Even with the glamours we wear."
The fingers swirled around an enticing nipple and then pulled away. "Right, well then if you need anything, call me. I'll have them patch you through right away," Draco stated, his silver eyes serious.
"I will. Promise."
"Now...come have a shower with me," Draco commanded with a decisive leer. Harry laughed and happily followed his husband into the bathroom.
Hermione Granger smiled politely at the two photographers that were lurking at the main gate of Harry and Draco's home. They asked her if she'd be kind enough to bring the baby out to them so that they could get a couple of good shots. She politely declined and pushed the gate open as the wards allowed her through. For a moment she had held her breath, not trusting Draco at all. But apparently Harry had made sure that she could get through the wards. But, as she had found out earlier, he had not been successful in the Apparition barrier. Instead of appearing at Harry's front door, she had been deposited across the street. Oh well, marriage was made of compromises.
She walked up the front garden path and mentally went over in her head what she would ask Harry. She couldn't get over her worry that something was wrong. The incident the previous day had just been so odd. Harry had been very cavalier about the baby and then the incident with Neville. That had been... unsettling. There had been such an air of ill intent coming from Harry, but when asked, Neville nervously laughed it off and changed the subject. Hermione was determined to find out what was going on. She hoped that it was just a hormone issue and would settle itself down. But if what she had walked in on in the sunroom was what she thought it had been, she was worried about Harry's mental state... or even his emotional state.
Hermione was just walking up the front steps when the door opened. The smile on her face died when she saw who it was.
"Oi! I can't believe it! He's a real goer, that one!"
